I commit my life to you Lord

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Commit your Life to the Lord, and he will help you. (R)

Trust in the Lord and do good, 
that you may dwell in the land and be fed in security.
Take delight in the Lord,
and he will grant you your heart's requests. (R)

The Lord watches over the lives of the wholehearted;
their inheritance lasts forever.
They are not put to share in an evil time;
in days of famine they have plenty. (R)

Turn from evil and do good,
that you may abide forever;
For the Lord loves what is right, 
and forsakes not his faithful ones. (R)

The salvation of the just if from the Lord;
he is their refuge in time of distress.
And the Lord helps them and delivers them;
he delivers them from the wicked and saves them,
because they take refuge in him. (R)


Psalms 37: 3-4, 18-19, 27-28, 39-40




I am still trying to wrap my head around what happened today at lunch.

God continues to leave me speechless when I marvel at the way He aligns paths and brings those who are suffering into my path and into plain sight.

Today, I went to lunch with a friend, a last minute decision to eat at Newk's, a place that I do not particular visit on a regular basis, but on a whim that day typed the words across a text message when my friend asked me where I wanted to eat.

Now that I look back on the day, I realized, Lord you had this planned all along. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to be obedient to you Lord.

My friend and I took seat in an empty booth in the back of the restaurant while we played catch up to what the past few months looked like in each other's lives. I haven't been to lunch with my friend lately, because I have poured my heart and soul into getting Red Bird off the ground to minister to those who are in need. So, as we were talking and I was telling her about what has been transpiring with Red Bird, my friend asked me about a local mother who just recently had buried her darling son this past December.  

For privacy reasons' I won't share the lady's name, but simply call her Grace. The conversation went something like this.

During conversation, the subjected changed to my friend asking me if I had spoken to Grace. This was out of the blue, and the fact that I was clueless to who she was asking about. So I replied Grace who? You know the mom of the young boy that passed away from our school, and suddenly it all came back to me about the screen shot I texted back late last December asking her if she knew this mother.

As a bereave parent, when we learn of another bereave parent, our hearts can not simply stay idle. Love pours out and compassion leads us to react.

I had saw Grace being introduced a few weeks after her son's death on a local Grieving Mom's page, and like the other mother's offered prayers and support for the family. As we do each and every night saying prayers for all of the Red Bird families, and for all of those who are sick and suffering. We pray every night for the healing and strength for all of these families and for the Lord to wrap His loving arms around each of you.

But it was clear that because my friends son's was at the same school as Grace's son that she was following the story a lot closer because of their friend circle. My friend shared that she was suffering tremendously and I uttered the words, absolutely I'm sure she is. My friend is also a Red Bird mother to a beautiful son, born straight into heaven late in her second trimester. So she took my words in as they nestled in her heart and said we need to pray for her.

Bite. Bite. Think. Think.

Move onto another topic after we process this thought.

A few minutes passed by, but no more than 10. As someone was approaching the booth behind us.

My friend was facing the front of the restaurant while my back was to who was walking up to take the last booth behind us. I saw the ladies take a seat as my friends eyes popped open and she tried to signal to me what was happening. I knew she was signaling that she knew the ladies who had just taken their seat, but I had no idea who they were. Then softly ordered me to get my phone out, and as she texted the name Grace, Grace got up to go fix her drink turned towards me and God imprinted her name on my heart.

The thing is that I have never met this woman in my life. I don't know the current length of her hair, or how tall she is. How she looks in person, and I haven't spoken a word to her, but that day when I saw her son's obituary roll across my feed, I was compelled to look at her photos. Yep as creepy as it is, I need to be aware of the parents I need to minister too when they come my way, and today proved that what God laid on my heart that day came to fruition. I recognized her.

I looked at my friend as they went to fix their drinks, and I uttered her name to my friend. Our eyes locked with amazement as I told her, this always happens to me. God keeps sending me people to minister, as the tears began to fall from my eyes. The ministry has been proven time and time again to be architected my Christ. I am just being obedient to Him in the ways He is requesting me to be.

The story might have ended there, if I would have allowed my fear to overtake me. And simply because I really didn't know what to say to a stranger. Hey I recognized you on FaceBook, so we finished eating as we both wept silently, and then went to the bathroom. You know that place all girls go to when they have no idea what to do. So I finished up quickly and washed my hands, and walked out to make my way to the front of the restaurant by passing their section.

Step. Step. Step.  Then I STOPPED dead in my tracks as I felt someone literally pulling me back.

I told my friend, wait, we have to go back. She said what is in your heart, and I said to go back.

My heart was racing as I approached their table and I pulled my Red Bird card out and handed over to Grace, as I uttered those words. Sorry I do not want to ruin your day, or lunch, but I recognized you from the Grieving moms facebook page. And I felt that i had to come over and introduce myself to you.

Grace started crying as she told me that she was having a hard day. Today made 60 days that he had passed away. Then introduced me to her friend, who had also experienced the loss of her baby at 24 weeks.

So for the next 30 minutes, us 4 mama's shared our storied to one another, as the miracles and signs that were revealed to each one of us, how the Lord has us in His hands. I can't tell you every single detail about today, because there were so many moments that the Lord sparkled and shined His Divine Love for all of us, but when I walked away from that table that day. I realized something that I've been saying for a while now, but it has become so obvious to me and maybe for you will bring you hope.

Our children are in heaven, directing, guiding us, interceding for us to bring us closer to the Father. The communion of saint, our little saints, how can we deny their praying power to Christ. If we take a look at the signs around us, if we stop and take a look at what He is presenting before us, and take a step back, and offer Him your attention, He reveals so much. He wants to give you hope, strength, merciful love, divine intervention, but it takes us saying "Yes".

Lord yes I want to walk with you. I want you to show me the way. I want to bring myself to the foot of your Cross, each and every day.

The last miracle I want to share with you that happened during that lunch was to find out that the friend of Grace, her son was named Talon too.

Commit your life to the Lord and he will help you.