I made several home visits yesterday and also had an appointment. Finally at 3:00 PM I sat down to write a message for a funeral today. Nothing...
No ideas, no starting point. I didn't know the man. I don't know his family very well. No clue what to say.
After fifteen minutes of watching the curser blink, I went up to the sanctuary to walk and pray a bit. Eventually, I laid down on the front pew and fell asleep for about fifteen minutes.
I awoke refreshed; returned to my computer and typed a message non-stop for the next two hours. I'm excited to share it. I believe God will use it to stir hearts and to bring hope to the family.
Would this have happened without prayer?
I don't believe so. I think I would have forced a message out of my own diligence; maybe even reworked one I've done before.
Instead, I had the sense to wait before the Lord - and He helped me!
Is there a lesson here for you?
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