“The eternal God is a dwelling place, And underneath are the everlasting arms.”
I experienced a personal situation last week. A situation that rocked my world. Sadly, I began free-falling into a pit of despair, and felt as if I couldn’t catch my breath. I was crying out in prayer, assuming I would be crash landing any moment, when suddenly I felt them firmly underneath me.
Aww, the everlasting arms. They were underneath me the entire time! How could I forget His promise? “It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed.”
This was Friday morning. Flash forward to Saturday morning. I rolled over in bed and set my chirping alarm to snooze. It was time to get up and minster at the crisis pregnancy center where I volunteer. As thoughts of pulling the covers over my head filled my mind, I remembered the faces of the girls and their swelling abdomens. They desperately needed to hear about the eternal God. They need to learn the feel of His everlasting arms underneath them.
Yes, I would arise from bed and go and counsel from the heart.
After all, it’s what I do.
When I arrived at the center I viewed the schedule and realized I would be seeing four different girls, all in desperate situations. Wow, what an opportunity.
The other counselor walked in about 10 minutes after I did. I told her about our clients, as we organized the material we would be presenting to the girls. At one point she met my gaze and asked me if I had anything I would like her to pray for me about. I smiled, but evaded the question. I had met her once before, and we had emailed a few times, but this was my first time to work with her. I knew immediately that she was a kindred spirit, but I was a “counselor” not a “client”. I really didn’t want to open up to her.
Yet as the clock ticked on, we both realized the first two girls were going to be no-shows. That is when the Holy Spirit continued to prompt my heart to share my burden with her.
I sheepishly told her that I did indeed have something I needed intersession for. She replied that she “saw it in my eyes when she walked in.”
Slowly but surely I spilled, and she listened, encouraged, exhorted, an prayed.
The last two appointments were no-shows as well, and that was when I realized that the client that day was I! And that was okay.