Monday, November 19, 2018

Missed Opportunies

We have little kids who live all around our church. They ride their bikes in the parking lot, they come talk to you when you are working outside and they come on Wednesday nights to AWANA club or youth group. They are great. You don't really know how many years they may visit but it doesn't matter. God's Word doesn't return void and them hiding it in their little hearts is so worth it.

We have a family who has three littles who have been coming for years. I have had all three kids in my class on Wednesday nights. I have seen a grandma bring them but never really visited with her much, just sometimes when she walked over to pick up the kids. This Halloween I had an opportunity to visit with her longer. Our church does a Harvest Party with game booths, Trunk or Treat and a chili feed. It is always a great event and the neighbors around our church have come to expect us to do it. My husband and I usually help. He runs the bbq for hot dogs, literally hundreds of them, and I usually do the face painting booth. The workers come early to set up and then eat their dinner before it starts.

This year I had just sat down with my chili and cornbread when I looked down the parking lot to my booth and someone was sitting in a chair waiting for me to come. It was quite early and I was not sure if maybe they were just resting but they continued to sit there and so I went down and realized it was the grandma. She looked sad and worn out. She then said to me, "My life is terrible and I thought you could paint flowers on my cheeks to make me happy."

I replied, "Sure" and then I asked what was up and told her that I enjoyed her grandkids. "I am not their grandma, I am their great-grandma," she quietly stated. She looked very forlorn. I finished painting her face trying to encourage her, then she left and I went back to my chili.

When I got home that evening and all the following week I prayed for her and was greatly troubled by the conversation. I brought it up with my small group Bible study during prayer time and said to them, "Here is someone right next to our church and we have been ministering to the kids for years but what else can we do for this great-grandma?" I wanted to go spend some time with her. She was ever present on my mind. For at least two weeks.

Then my husband contacted me this week while I am on my work trip. She had died this week. I am still in tears as I type this. I never shared the gospel of Jesus Christ with her. I had shared with 2 of the 3 kids but not with this woman who had sent these little ones to church for years. I do not know where she stood with God. I do not know exactly why the parents or other relatives are not caring for them and my biggest concern for the kids is, will we continue to help these kids or will they move and we will never see them again.

I have had other missed opportunities in my life where I just did not share with someone. OH dear ones. Do not let these opportunities slip by. I say this to myself as well. Pray for opportunity. Pray for boldness. Pray for compassion.

Romans 10:13-15, "Whoever will call upon the name of the Lord will be saved. How then shall they call upon Him in whom they have not believed? And how shall they believe in Him whom they have not heard?And how shall the hear without a preacher? And how shall they preach unless they are sent? Just as it is written, How beautiful are the feet of those who bring glad tidings of good things!

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