May my
conversations be significant,
May my meetings be blessed,
May my path cross the paths of others who love You.
May my path cross the paths of others who don’t know You.
May my touch be Your touch of infinite gentleness,
May my words be Your words of wisdom,
May my eyes see with Your compassion
May my meetings be blessed,
May my path cross the paths of others who love You.
May my path cross the paths of others who don’t know You.
May my touch be Your touch of infinite gentleness,
May my words be Your words of wisdom,
May my eyes see with Your compassion
The words come from a prayer card. A box of them litters the coffee table in the
front room. They don’t replace my
prayers, but they often stir my spirit and kick me away from using the same
words and the same phrases in my own prayers.
It was the end of the day and I took the card from the
box and began reading it through. Had it
been a series of questions designed to test the quality of my day to day
interaction with people – I would have failed miserable.
Were my conversations significant? Not really.
My meetings blessed? Not really.
Did my path cross the paths of others who love God? It’s quite possible, but there was no out and
out confirmation.
And so it went on.
As I sat reading through each individual line, looking back over my day,
there really wasn’t anything I could put my hand up to and say that I did
it.
The thing is – I hadn’t read it at the start of the
day. This was an end of day, sitting
down with a cup of tea. How much
different the day might have been if I had begun the day with the prayer and had
the lines of it running through my head with each meeting and each
conversation.
I decided to make it the prayer for the next day. I read it along with my quiet time stuff, and
prayerfully considered each line. I
tucked it away in a pocket, retrieving it at work and setting in on my
desk.
Were my conversations significant? Yes, they were. I was mindful not just of what I was saying,
but also the way I said things. I was
also careful about what I didn’t say. I
had a conversation with one person about the nature of trust. We all have those experiences when we have
been let down by people, or they have failed to measure up to the challenge we
have presented. Sometimes it’s not just
others we don’t trust but it’s ourselves.
I tried to say to the person that God is the one I trust above all
others.
Were my meetings blessed? Because I was being so mindful of my words and the way I spoke to people it made for a much more relaxed place to be.
Did my path cross the paths of others who love God?
Absolutely, yes! There is someone at
work who has always been very kind ad supportive to me through some of the
difficult times. She has been through
her own difficult times, but not had the benefit of a faith walk with God to
support her. She shared with me that over
the summer she came to know Jesus. We
prayed together. I liked the way that
her new faith was expressed so confidently.
My walk with God, if it is to be the best walk, isn’t
something that accidentally happens. If
I want my touch to be God’s touch of infinite gentleness, or the words I speak
to be God’s words of wisdom, it cannot be just by chance that it occurs. There
are things that have all the appearance of chance and randomness – but from God’s
perspective they rarely are.
God wants to trust me that when my path crosses the paths
of those that don’t know Him I am equipped and ready for the encounter. We should be walking in expectation that there
are God moments sprinkled throughout our days.
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