Here I sit in front of this cute little keyboard my husband purchased for me to make it easier to type on my iPad.

While I was trying to sleep – just a few minutes ago – my mind was restless with something I simply had to put in writing. Now that I have my fingers on the keys, I don’t have a clue what was so pressing. My mind is completely blank. So I’ll just keep pounding away on the keys until I have something of the upmost importance to convey.

So, tonight we had our Saturday night Easter Celebration at church. It was a moving presentation of the resurrection day of my Lord, Jesus Christ. As usual, when I leave church I am bombarded with thoughts and recollections of the message I have just heard.

And it never fails that there will be something in that message just for me! I am convinced that while preparing his Sunday message each week, Pastor Rock talks to God about me. I’m absolutely sure of it. The conversation goes something like this:

Pastor Rock:    Hello God. This is your faithful servant Rock, requesting your ear for a few minutes here.
God:    Yes, my child. (Duh. What else would God say?)
Pastor Rock:    You know that every week about this time I begin preparing for this Sunday’s message. You know, too, that Jane will be here and I want her to be filled to the gills with your Word. What would you have me say that will satisfy her every spiritual need?

Pastor Rock listens intently as God gives him my message. Thank you, Pastor Rock, for caring for me so well.

This evening Pastor Rock presented this week’s message directly from God to me. In a nutshell:

Matthew 28 tells us the women went to the tomb where Jesus had laid.
When they got there the angel told them that he wasn’t there and that
they were to go to Galilee. They would meet Jesus there.

They responded immediately! And it all happened just as the Angel told them.

Here’s the challenge God presented to me – What if they didn’t go? What if they waited and questioned the Angel and weren’t quite sure they really wanted to. After all, Galilee was a ways off. What if Jesus didn’t meet them? What if no one believed them? What if they really just weren’t in the mood that day?
What if… What if… What if…
Would the Angel, God’s messenger, had offered this opportunity to them again? We will never know.

Unlike these faithful women I often find myself hesitating to respond quickly, or at all, to God’s invitations. When I don’t, what kind of a blessing or special opportunity am I missing out on? I may never know. That invitation may have only been for that particular moment in time. It may or may not be extended to me again. Does that concern me more than the possibility of being embarrassed or failing?

What a great challenge I am faced with for my future decisions.

So here I am in the middle of the night (2:37 am to be exact), pounding away on this keyboard. My mind is often blank… But my heart is much more open to the invitations God has for me. What will that next invitation be? And will I respond quickly?

March 27, 2016
Edited March 29, 2016