Jesus is real

Yesterday at church, I experienced the reality of Jesus.

During worship, I felt the Lord speak some words to me that I needed to hear. They came out of the blue, were very specific to some recent fears and old wounds, and salved my heart like only Jesus could. After this, I prayed, “Please show me You see me.”

He answered in two ways.

One. I received my edits back from my first Zondervan novel, which added to my work load tremendously. As in all my editor letters, though I agreed with what my editor asked for, I felt inadequate to write. I labored over that book, only to find flaws that need to be worked out. I guess I was hoping for a “brilliant!” Anyway, as you may know, a writer’s ego is a fragile thing. Imagine my surprise when a gal came up to me after church (we attend a gigantic church) and told me she was reading Watching the Tree Limbs. She said such lovely, amazing things about the book and specifically about my writing. It was just what I needed to hear. Proof one that God sees me and Jesus is real.

Two. I waited in our usual waiting place for our son to find us. While there, another lady approached me. “You don’t know me, and I don’t know you,” she said. “But God wouldn’t let me walk by you without telling you how much you are loved by Him. He has placed you on my heart to pray for you, and I don’t even know your name. Be assured that He is mindful of you.” I thanked her, marveling at God’s swift answer to my small prayer.

I left church knowing again that Jesus is so very real. And that He loves me enough to tell two strangers to stop and encourage me. Wow.

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