You call me Teacher and Lord, and you are right, for so I am. If I then, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also ought to wash one another's feet. For I have given you an example, that you also should do just as I have done to you. Truly, truly, I say to you, a servant is not greater than his master, nor is a messenger greater than the one who sent him. If you know these things, blessed are you if you do them.
John 13:13-17 (ESV)
I met a God-given sisterfriend for coffee today. I know she’s a friend because a)we’ve only met in person twice and yet she really gets me (martinis, cuss words, and control issues included), b)we go DEEP when we talk (conviction, rebuke, tears and all), and c)she’s either giving language and lessons to what I am experiencing or in this case, I’m giving the language and the lessons to her.
|God was all up in the coffee shop|
this morning…THIS was our worship.
TWEET SOME LOVE
We met in a bread and coffee shop. I should have been more sensitive because she’s gluten-free. We talked about desiring bread, and agreed by the time we were leaving that we’d both had our fill of the Bread of Life. God was all up in the coffee shop this morning, and spending time with my friend, sharing faith, fears, and hearts without reservation or embarrassment…THIS was our worship.
I weather life’s storms not only for what they teach me about my own faith, but for the testimony of Goodness and Abounding Grace God pours into me to be shared. As my friend says, God is so big. It ain’t about me and my story, it’s about testifying God’s Grace and Mercy, and if you can’t or won’t shout the Victory, He will find someone else to do it…and you’ll be left behind to work out your stuff.
Where to begin? We talked fear and faith, not that they are incompatible, but that faith drives you forward into the Arms of God despite your fears. We talked humanity and how God sees our brokenness, having sent His Son into the flesh that he might bear the wound of our transgressions. We talked about honest prayers, the kind that aren’t necessarily polite or filled with adoration, but that confess the hurt, disappointment and desperation that we feel, and about which He knows. We talked about outgrowing our obsession to be “good girls” in favor of being authentic. We talked. We laughed. We shared prayers, and fears, remembered triumphs and whispered our dreams. God was all up in the coffee shop this morning…THIS was our worship.
Sharing open hearts, we washed one another’s feet. In confessing our fears, we loved one another as we have been taught. We acknowledged the gift we’d been given; plucked from nowhere to be part of something bigger than we could imagine (thanks, Holley for stitching strangers into a one-of-a-kind patchwork quilt sewn with love) grateful for the blessing.
God was all up in the coffee shop this morning…THIS was our worship. And girlfriend, if for even one moment you thought I was ministering to you, know this, everything you said and didn’t say preached encouragement to me. So, traveling mercies over you girl as you make your way back home, and come back soon. I’m hungry for Bread.