The Holy Spirit is such a powerful presence in our lives, if we allow Him to have a place.
Case in point:
As I was driving to the store the other day, I saw this young man.
I was trying to enter an alleyway but I had to back up as the garbage truck was blocking the road.
There he was, emaciated looking and sad, with a Pokémon cap and a hoodie pulled down over his eyes. All I could see was that he looked very gaunt and pale.
As I sat in the middle of the intersection, I couldn’t stop staring at him. Suddenly I caught his gaze and our eyes locked.
Instantly, I broke into tears and I felt compelled to wind down my window and asked him, “Are you alright?”
All I could think of was that my great nephew was about his age.
It made me literally sob.
He answered, “I think so.”
I yelled back, “God loves you! He really loves you!”
I cannot explain the emotions I was experiencing. But it felt so pervasive and so very sad.
I have become familiar with this feeling as I had been in this position before where I was literally travailing for someone.
I know without a doubt that I was brought to this place to intercede for this boy.
I began to pray for him laboriously and believed for God to do the rest.
I have learned in these situations to not question why.
But to be a willing conduit for God to help in whatever capacity is necessary.
Why am I telling you this?
I believe God wants us all to be aware of those who are going to be needing help these days.
God is sending out an S.O.S.
All you need do is say, “Here I am, Lord. Send me.”