Last year on Parent's Day, the mother of one of the girls in my F.5 class came in and talked to me about how her daughter refused to communicate. She started crying. I was in shock for a little bit. Was she aware that I was only 23? Why would a middle-aged woman who had gone through so much in life come asking for help from a kid like me?
I then realized God was giving me a chance not to offer my wisdom (what wisdom do I have anyway?) but to be a channel of His hope and comfort. I listened, I tried to comfort her, I listened some more, and promised to talk to the girl. I did talk to the girl, and it was a constructive conversation. And I prayed for them.
Earlier this year, the mother came to me and told me how much better their relationship had become.
So I thought the lesson was just that - don't be afraid to step out, because God is most glorified in our weakness.
It wasn't until about a month ago, when I was in the depths of busyness, too busy to sit down and pray, ploughing ahead on full auto-pilot mode, that God reminded me of this episode.
Remember the mother who cried because her daughter wouldn't talk to her? I was showing you my heart.
Do you think the mother wanted to talk to the daughter just to find out information?
I long to be with you. I long for you to talk to me.
How often do I just think about God in general without really talking to Him, without communicating with Him, without showing any sign that I need Him and that I love having Him in my life?
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