This is one of those posts. One of those posts that isn’t on my schedule but one that is on my heart. I know God put it there.
How Can a Mom Be An Ambassador For Christ?
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As you may know, I’ve started selling Mary Kay as well as focusing on creating a life with purpose. I’ve been listening to a lot of podcasts, doing some training, and watching a lot of videos. Most of it has to do with getting out of your comfort zone. Doing something that you are not used to doing.
Something that I have to give credit to God for.
That happened recently.
Last week, Tuesday, the kids’ first day of school and me and little miss end up at Wal-Mart. Strolling through the aisles-that’s crazy what it’s like with only one child at the grocery- we passed the baby aisle. I love babies, but I have to say I’m tired so I’m thankful I don’t have to go down that aisle. But, as we pass I notice a Wal-Mart worker stocking baby food. She is wearing a chemo hat. I just kept walking. My heart inwardly broke. Then a thought crosses my mind,
I should go pray with her.
Um, hello. That was not me. I took about two steps with this inward battle going on in my head,
No that’s weird.
If I don’t I know I’m disobeying God.
It’s like the two little cartoon devils on your shoulder.
So I turn the buggy around and I walk right up to her.
Ya’ll, I’m not the best at this, but I ask her the obvious:
Do you have cancer?
Well, duh. But I didn’t want to offend her. Then, I told her flat out in my fast talking nervous voice:
Look, I’ve never done anything like this before. But I have to do this. God wants me to pray with you. Can I pray for you?
And right there in the baby aisle she starts crying, we hug, and we boldly laid our requests at the Father’s feet.
I’m going to tell you right now: when I talk about doing something you have to give God credit for-
well there you go.
After we finished praying I found out she is a Christian. This is her 2nd round with cervical cancer and now it’s in her lymph nodes. She was starting another treatment last Thursday.
Ya’ll, if that isn’t God then shoot me now.
And what did it take to encourage this woman, this young woman, that somebody cares…
that God cares.
Get over myself is what it took.
That’s how a mom can be an ambassador for Jesus. I didn’t go over to the other side of the world (which is awesome and I love doing!) I went down the aisle at Wal-Mart WITH MY KID.
Ya’ll, we are Christ’s ambassador’s as though God is making His appeal through us-we implore you on Christ’s behalf-be reconciled to God.
Here I am going throughout my day, passing all these people who are dealing with who knows what. And what do I have?
Money? Not much.
Time? 4 kids, sorry they take my time.
Clothes? Sure, but I don’t keep clothes in my purse.
What do I have to give? What do you have to give?
You know what I have: Jesus.
He is who I have.
And you know what? HE IS ENOUGH.
As I am typing this I can’t help but cry for a broken world. Cry for acquaintances that are in the lowest of lows.
Cry for dear friends who have been diagnosed with cancer.
Cry for the lost who are searching for something or someone to tell them they are loved and they are worthy of love.
Crying that they need to see it.
Crying that it’s so close, and so easy, they just need to take it. Take the gift of grace.
But how do they see it? How do they know about it?
It falls on me. It falls on us.
“We are therefore Christ’s ambassadors as though God were making His appeal through us. We implore you on Christ’s behalf, be reconciled to God!”
2 Corinthians 5:16
And yet again:
How, then, can they call on the one they have not believed in? And how can they believe in the one of whom they have not heard? And how can they hear without someone preaching to them?
And how shall they preach unless they are sent? As it is written:
“How beautiful are the feet of those who preach the gospel of peace,
Who bring glad tidings of good things!”
As a Christian we are all called to be the feet that preach the Gospel of Peace. Read the last chapter in each of the 4 Gospels.
So it’s on us. But how? How do I tell them about Jesus when I just am walking down the aisle at Wal-Mart with a fussy 3 year old?
How do I tell them about Jesus when I am sitting in the library with my little one while she is playing and looking at books? How do I tell them about Jesus when I’m at a baseball game?
Well, it’s the same as breathing. It’s how I stay alive. Jesus is who makes me alive.
I have to get over it, get over all my distractions, all my “I can’t because”.
With all of this starting of a new business, and well listening to this my entire life, I’ve got to get over what everyone thinks of me. The only one who I have to care about what they think of me is Jesus. And I know when I’ve got my eye on the prize, I’m past caring what others think of me and only focusing on what Jesus thinks of me.
So what about you? What can you do to encourage others? What can you do to help someone struggling along on in their race?
How can you, MOM, be an ambassador for Christ?
It’s not nearly as hard as we make it out to be.
I’d love to hear what you have done before. Or some ideas you have for others to pay it forward. So go out, and be an Ambassador!
For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.