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>Subject: [Crossingthebridge] Fw: Jessica Miller: "I Saw God the Other
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>I think this is so helpful to hear for those of us who really struggle with
>those times when we need to ask for help. What a loving God we have, who's
>so willing to love us in our most vulnerable state.
>
>
> > October 13, 2007
> > Jessica Miller:
> > "I Saw God the Other Day...In A Public Restroom"
> >
> >
> > While recently at a conference as everyone was rushing to
> > get in line for prayer, I ran to the ladies public restroom. I can think
> > much better, wait much longer and receive far more from God if I am not
> > thinking about when I can visit the bathroom (true confessions from a real
> > God chaser).
> >
> > As I started to enter the Ladies Room, a very
> > dark-skinned man bent over and whispered something to his beautiful wife,
> > who was in a wheelchair. I realized she too, needed to go into the
> > restroom, but he could not take her in.
> > I asked if I could help, and they nodded, "Yes." I pushed
> > the wheelchair into the bathroom and waited for the "handicap" stall to
> > come available. I wheeled her into the stall, and clumsily situated the
> > wheelchair into a position which seemed to be the most advantageous spot
> > (as if such a place even exists). Not wanting to embarrass her, and also
> > not knowing what level of help she needed, I asked her what else I should
> > do.
> >
> > It quickly became apparent that not only did we have a
> > tremendous language barrier, but she needed far more help than just being
> > wheeled into the stall. I pulled the door shut so that she had
> > privacy--even if I, a total stranger were in there with her. When I bent
> > over her to help her to stand up from the wheelchair, my heart started
> > pounding.
> >
> > The Holy Spirit was manifesting so strongly that I wanted
> > to weep (actually I wanted to wail). This lovely woman wrapped her arms
> > around me, and I stood both of us up. I marveled as she trustingly leaned
> > against me. Chest to chest, tummy to tummy, legs to legs.
> >
> > We took care of the needed business, and once again, I
> > bent over her to help her up and over into her wheelchair. In spite of the
> > vulnerability of the situation, this stunning lady exuded no shame, no
> > humiliation, nor any embarrassment.
> >
> > She had none in her. She knew she had an unavoidable need
> > that required help and that she must choose to trust.
> >
> > As I knelt down to place her feet upon the footrests, I
> > noted her elegant garments and realized the incredible care and love her
> > husband ministered to her as a lifestyle.
> >
> > Then, all of the sudden, I saw myself as this vulnerable
> > woman who needs the same help and care in my own life. My Husband (Jesus)
> > is so tender and caring. In spite of my "handicaps," He lovingly tends to
> > me. God showed me this picture of myself through the beautiful and
> > trusting woman! Whereas she trusted me (without knowing me) in spite of
> > cultural, ethnic and language barriers, she was without fear or shame.
> >
> > In her place I would have probably freaked out and not
> > let myself be helped. I wondered how much I do this every day in various
> > situations--to my Heavenly Father, to Jesus, to the Holy Spirit or to
> > those He has sent to help me in my weakness.
> >
> > After I returned this amazing woman to her husband, I
> > went and joined the prayer line. Everyone was having a feast. I was
> > bawling so hard I thought I'd throw up (I know, not a pretty picture). The
> > Lord showed me His face of tenderness--chest to chest, tummy to tummy,
> > legs to legs, as He tenderly and gently wants to help me in my need and
> > vulnerabilities.
> > I saw the trap which the devil tries to lay out as he
> > points at our weaknesses (yours and mine) and shouts shame and guilt into
> > our hearts. Such emotions can be so potent that they effectively cut off
> > our willingness to trust, seek and receive help.
> >
> > Jesus said this in Matthew 11:28, "Come to Me, all you
> > who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." He also said
> > this in Hebrews 4:16, "Let us (you and me) therefore come boldly to the
> > Throne of Grace, that we may obtain mercy and find grace to help in time
> > of need."
> >
> > The exact time to NOT listen to guilt, shame or
> > humiliation is when we (you and me) are in need. In our time of need is
> > when we must choose to be like that fantastic woman who helped me see the
> > tender face of God, in a bathroom, during a time of vulnerability.
> >
> > God's face of tenderness is turned towards you right
> > now--in your need. Lean into Him, wrap your arms around Him and let Him
> > help you!
> >
> > Jessica L. Miller, Publications Manager
> > The ElijahList
> > Email: [log in to unmask]
> >
>
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