GOD UNLIMITED
by
Kimberly Lefebvre
This post is actually an article I wrote for a friend's site - a "non-religious" approach to serving Christ. It is a more distilled version of some of the thoughts I shared in my previous post
(see "
Bearing fruit when dreams die" on my blog
The Boast of the Broken-Hearted) - about finding meaning when
dreams die. God continues to bring my attention back to HIS limitlessness in accomplishing His purposes, even in the midst of much brokeness. He is AMAZING!
GOD UNLIMITED
As a young believer, I had big dreams of going across the globe and ministering in various places as I pursued what I thought my calling (prophetic teacher and encourager) should look like. Shortly after taking the first steps toward these dreams the bottom fell out and I was faced with the reality of long term health conditions and my inability to pursue or sustain the dreams I had once had.
This past summer I spoke to a church leader about all the ideas I still carry and my longing to be well enough to "do" and put these things into practice in my local church. Her response to me was simply, "You don't need to do all these things. Just become friends with some of the ladies and you will make a great difference that way." More than just a comforting remark, there seemed to be something of solid reality in that word.
Months later I returned home from a ladies meeting at church. My husband asked me how it was. I said, "Well, I think I sat at the wrong place. For five minutes I had gotten up from my seat and visited in another part of the room and the ladies were engaging, asking questions and we had a great time. But then I went back to where I had been seated and it was hard again. I was the one initiating almost all the conversation with the person beside me. I just feel I wanted someone to sit with that could have made me feel like I belonged."
My husband responded by saying: "So why did you go back to sit at the same place if you had such a good time around the other ladies?" I said, "Because I didn't want the lady I was sitting beside to feel rejected or alone. She didn't know anyone else there really." My husband replied: "Well, then you were at the right table, because you just spent the night loving Jesus."
At that point, a light went on and suddenly, instead of feeling empty, I felt full: I had just "ministered" without even realizing it simply by being myself. In so doing, I had given the very gift I had wanted to experience that night: a sense of belonging.
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