Once upon a time

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mary englebreit

Once upon a time there was a sweet little girl who loved all the younger children in her church and she wanted to be involved in helping to teach them about God.   She told her Mommy that she wanted to help teach the younger children.  So her Mommy asked the teacher if she could and she was told  that she was too young and if she were allowed to “play” with the younger kids then everyone else would want to do it too.  The little girl was sad as her Mommy told her this news.  Mommy told her not to give up and that her time would come when she was older. 

So Mommy encouraged the little girl to be involved in other things but the little girl just wasn’t happy.  She didn’t want to do the other things even though Mommy tried to make her.  She was sad because no one realized her gift-even though she did-she couldn’t get other people, older people, to see it.  Not even her Mommy.  It was like they were blind. 

Time went on, things happened and her gift still wasn’t realized.  She was constantly being put down because she was younger.  She became frustrated and one night she sat down at the table with her Mommy and she said, “ what about this scripture Mommy?  Doesn’t this mean anything?”  Mommy said, “ what scripture sweetie? Show me.”  So she showed her Mommy.

 1 Timothy 4  ( MSG)

11-14Get the word out. Teach all these things. And don’t let anyone put you down because you’re young. Teach believers with your life: by word, by demeanor, by love, by faith, by integrity. Stay at your post reading Scripture, giving counsel, teaching. And that special gift of ministry you were given when the leaders of the church laid hands on you and prayed—keep that dusted off and in use.

15-16Cultivate these things. Immerse yourself in them. The people will all see you mature right before their eyes! Keep a firm grasp on both your character and your teaching. Don’t be diverted. Just keep at it. Both you and those who hear you will experience salvation.

Well, her Mommy was startled and didn’t really know what to say.  As she heard her child’s heart breaking her own heart began to crumble.  What her child was really saying was

“ Mommy, I need you to help me!  Why won’t you help me get people to see my gift so I can use it?”

So, her Mommy talked to the teacher again and the teacher suggested that Mommy bring her with her as her special helper.  So,from that day on her Mommy began to bring her with her when she had to work with the little kids.  She became Mommy’s helper.  As she started to help Mommy and the other Mothers, her gift began to grow and be recognized.   She was finally being watered!   Why just the other day someone told her that they recognized her gift and that she was a future children’s minister!  

Today she is being watered, fed, and nurtured into a leader.  Her beautiful buds are blooming one at a time and she is a joy to watch in action.  She has a heart of compassion and grace for all of God’s precious children.   She is a leader in the making.  She is a child of God. 

Always lift your children up and give them to the Lord.  He WILL show them the way and provide the means to getting them there.  Faith in action.

I am blessed.

 

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About godw1nz

I am the mom of three beautiful daughters, wife to a genius, sister to a teacher, sis-in-law to an engineer, daughter to a yankee and a rebel, and a woman chasing God. I love to read, draw and be with my family. If the reading inspires me, then I draw what I read. Almost everything I draw is based around or about Jesus Christ. I attend church at First United Methodist Hillsville. Ronnie Collins is my associate pastor, also a blogger here. I love the Lord with all my heart and I hope what you see here will inspire your heart.

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