Humbled...

So I continue to pray for opportunities to witness and have open discussion with my family about my faith and Christ. Out of the lot of about 70 of us, there are only about a handfull that know Jesus as their Savior. I certainly don't want to appear as a bible banging, self-righteous religious fanatic...but I do need to live each day as salt and light-allowing my daily sacrifice to be a testament to Christ. I want them to be so taken with who I am in HIM that they desire to know more. To wonder what it is that makes a difference. Me? Totally not...HIM, it's all HIM!

So anyway...these prayers. Tonight my uncle called because he needed a ride to work. It was 8:45 (15 minutes before bedtime and three boys still needing to put clean laundry away as well as a daughter whose bedroom looks like a grenade was tossed in it), I was in my jammies and looked quite a sight and he needed to leave ASAP or he would be late. He has reasons I won't go into on why these last minute things happen and scheduling situations that he sometimes can't control. So anyway, I of course say yes because if there is ever a way that I can help someone...I try to never say no. But I am a little exasperated I must admit and quickly shout out orders to my 4 kids as I lick my fingers to matte down my frizzy hair and toss on a jacket so nobody will see that I have my pajamas on...this matters why...not sure...especially since I still have on my slippers. Um....NOT fooling anyone!! lol

So anyway...these prayers. I get to my grandma's house--which mind you is um...right next door...lol... and he comes rushing out. About a block away, he asks how Marlon is doing in Africa. And this launches a great conversation about Marlon's mission trip in Africa, our family praying--even an chance to give him advice on how to handle a situation. As we are talking I hear that voice that I know is HIS...see what you almost missed??? Dumb...sometimes we are just plain dumb. Witnessing isn't always done in a grandious way in front of the masses. Is it sometimes? Of course, but others it's just a casual chat with your uncle in the car. The mission field isn't alway oceans away. Is it sometimes? Of course, but others it's the house right next door to you.

Thank you God for giving me the clarity of mind and discernment to recognize this opportunity. Forgive me for all of the moments that I am too consumed with myself and my family and I miss them. I praise You for being all that I need and all that I am.