Broken Arms

I've been in Virginina for almost 2 weeks now and so far I've had lectures on legal forms (creating a will, a power of attorney, planning my funeral), insurance (they'll even air-vac me if they need to), and banking stuff...I've also had sessions on spiritual warfare and doctrines. I really enjoyed both of these lectures and learned a lot about the foundations of what I believe...

But one thing that I became thankful for this week was God's divine appointments: I had to go into town to get my blood drawn (so they'd know what kinda blood to give me when they air-vac me to india). While I was standing in line, a lady walked in with a cast on her arm, similar to the one I had to wear last year when I broke my arm (this sat. marks the 1 year anniversary of the arm break...i think my scar is still shrinking). So I began talking to this lady and asked her how she broke her arm and if she'd had surgery. I showed her my scar and told her about my accident. Her face lit up and a sense of relief filled her as she sighed and said, "I am so glad you are here. There are so many things I have been wanting to ask someone about the recovery process and physical therapy and the scar!" Thank you, Lord. So, I answered all of her questions...she wanted to know how long it took me to fully recover; I told her I did a cartwheel a month and a half post surgery. She was shocked.

Anyway, I was able to share with her things I learned about myself and that God taught me during my period of rehab. This led into a long conversation about faith and explaining why I believe what I believe and how God has always proven faithful. And I was able to share what I'm training to do and why I'm doing it. She shared some prayer concerns she had, we exchanged email addresses, and went on our way both refreshed...her because she'd met someone who'd gone through what she's going through and survived; me because i'd had the chance to share my faith with someone.

Part of our training has been to share our story, our testimony, to at least three people every week. So, I'll be honest, I was looking and praying for opportunities to share my faith with someone. And whatdayaknow? God provided an opportunity. It made me sad to think of all the opportunities God has probably placed before me to share His truth that I've passed up. So, I'm challenging myself and you to pray for an opportunity to boldly share your faith with someone...someone you might not know.

Ok. That's all the sermon I've got for now. I feel like I'm back in college. We play sports all the time and hang out 24/7...i think it's worse than last semester. All that being said, must go play flag football now. ciao.