when your prayers gets answered
but why did let me touch it? He could've chosen anyone if He pleased
i asked to be used by the Potter i’m still in awe of getting a callback i asked to be used by the Potter He gave me a chair and some cards every Sunday where somebody else would get to say for the first time hello, Father my name is... honestly i still get shivers rushing through my veins that He would choose to use those unfit hands to touch every single chair the one souls warm sometimes with stories sometimes with burdens they're carrying oh what a privilege! to intercede on that chair before they got there that somehow the Spirit would pour Himself out again a crimson-orange fire lit over every single head is what each time i picture i asked to be used by the Potter two circles intersecting when His temples leave through those matte black and white doors and take that fire where heaven meets heart i said “please use me” and He said yes to those hands for His harvest but why me? He could've chosen anyone if He pleased but maybe just maybe to live for Him isn’t it really to set a chair for another soul to meet Him?
Heart Call:
A few years ago, I prayed and asked God to use me. And the way He answered that prayer was by giving me a place to serve… hosting at church, Sunday after Sunday. I’m someone who never wanted the spotlight. I always wanted to do something in the background, like the blog team. But somehow I ended up in host, where the lights are lol.
From the outside, it might look like a simple task, just setting up and sitting people, but to me it is always something sacred. My heart is that everyone who walk though these doors feel seen, loved and cared for. But overtime I realized that I would feel like oh man I should have spoken to so and so! how could I forget or miss the moment!? we could’ve talked longer.
Then I realized, if don’t get to speak to every person who walks through the doors and check-in on everyone in the room like I want to. I can speak to God about them before they get there.
This is the mission. I believe we can steward what’s our hands to bless other people everyday, knowing it may be connected to someone else’s life, someone else’s freedom, someone else’s present and someone else’s eternity.
I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God has been making it grow.
So neither the one who plants nor the one who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. — (1 Corinthians 3:6–7)
What is in your hands right now?
And what would it look like to keep stewarding it with heart, purpose and excellence?
Photo Credits: Dawn Kim.