“One who gives himself up to the will of another.”
“Devoted another to the disregard of one’s own interests.”
Continuing on from the last post, the word is still in my mind and is what I continue to pray for. Often times we hear so many people complaining that their prayers have not been answered. But I wonder, and daresay that the things that we pray for, we don’t really need, or that we don’t realize our time frame for when we think we need something is much different from God’s time frame of when we need it.
And then there are those instances in which prayer is answered, almost immediately. I think it’s in these instances that we’ve prayed for the right thing. When a prayer is answered either one way or another, I think that either shows us that we’re on the same page with God, or that we’re going headlong in the opposite direction. And when something happens according to your prayer to God, its amazing. Not just for the fact that God answered the prayer, or gave you a sign, but possibly the more spiritual satisfaction that comes with knowing that you’re in the same thought process with God, because the only way that you could pray for something and it be answered is that it be in God’s will. And I think that’s something that we should all strive for, to be in sync with God, going after His will, whatever that may be.
For me, today, that was to be a servant for the Lord. Today was my second day in the hospital for clinical rotation. Last week the patients I saw were all self-serving and could take care of themselves. However, today the unit I was on was filled with many patients who were not able to take care of themselves. In the first week, and this week too, I’ve prayed for God to use me as a servant, and there were countless opportunities for me to serve today. Given some of the tasks associated with nurse work in assisting patients with daily living are not the most pleasant, today I found joy in just that. Helping in any way that I could. Serving. Just what I asked for. In the same way, I’m striving to be a servant of God. A slave for Christ.
Its strange to have a prayer answered so directly and quickly. But the thought of being in the same mind frame that God has for my life is overwhelmingly powerful.
It’s been a while since I’ve posted. Mainly in part because I haven’t made the time but somewhat because of lack of making time.
Since the last post, I’ve taken classes to obtain a missionary minor at Truett McConnell College. Along with this, I have been accepted into the Nursing program..on very strange terms. The first time that I came to the Department of Nursing at Truett, I was greeted by the Dean of the program and welcomed with open arms. Going into the office only to discuss the program and obtain information, my classes were reviewed and contingent on passing all of the pre-requisites, I was accepted to the program. Being accepted to the program was none of my doing and was somewhat eery that God had placed me there in such a visible way. What an amazing surprise.
In the beginning I had questioned this placement, wondering if this was the true calling that God had for me. But after the first day of clinical observation, there is no doubt that this is the one thing that is certain I should be doing.
Lately I have been lazily reading my bible and not putting in the effort to be with God daily. And after missing a few church services I was able to tell that I was backsliding. It’s not hard to do, and happens little by little. Not being perfect, as no one is, I did fall off. I’m thankful that God is a God of second chances and will take us back no matter the sin, no matter the number of mistake as undeserving as I am. What an adequate description of my entire life. Undeserved. Everything for a sinner like me. Everything that I’ve been blessed with, where I am right now in my life, the people and opportunities in my life. It’s all undeserved, God. Thank You. Seldom do I think of that fact, that I don’t deserve anything that I have been blessed with. And some days it hits me. Without You, God, I am nothing.
Remind me of that.
But after church yesterday and praying for desire and taking time out to read and pray, really pray, I’m back on the right track.
The Greek word doulos has been on my mind a lot, recently. Slave. Servant. Likewise, that’s what I have been praying for lately, to be a slave for Christ, a servant for the Lord.