When I went to the park, I habitually mouthed the words, "Lord, empower EVERY ENCOUNTER." But when I saw the people inside, I almost felt my bones shriveling. There were high schoolers clowning around with a ball. Senior citizens, children, foreigners, even people of other religions or cults don't bother me...but I don't know what to do with teenagers that just laugh at you!
"POOM!" A misdirected kick sent the ball sailing behind the youths' backs and to the left of where I was walking.
I found myself taking a few quick steps to stop the ball after it had taken several bounces, then I lightly kicked it back to them.
"Did you see that," one of them said, and kicked it back to me, wanting a replay. The unruly group I had been afraid of had my full attention. God showed me again He could make inroads for me if necessary.
So, did I see this as an opportunity to "share my faith"? Not hardly. I think God was just trying to coax this timid turtle-like blogger out of her shell. But if I keep meeting up with my new teen friends, I will talk more with them.
Like someone else who came later. We'd talked last week about my drawings and the Kawasemi.
This time however, we not only talked about park things; she asked me questions that led to my telling her how my real desire was to communicate through art, God's Love for us.
We ended up talking a long time before she had to go home for dinner--"home"--an hour's walk away!
