When I'm not in a good mood I tend to say things that's been weighing on my chest, sometimes without thinking. Two weeks ago, I discovered that not only do I say these things, I write them too. So, knowing me, I did something not so smart. I wrote on a farewell card to a colleague that she blasphemes (yeah I know). A couple of days later, I calmed down and it hit me what I had done and I started to stress, especially now it's not going to be easy to tract her (I made a decision a while back that I'll have to tract all my colleagues - especially those who are leaving the company). The day of the farewell morning tea came (yesterday), and I prayed to God like there's no tomorrow. Usually people read the card over morning tea, and if something funny or striking was written, they would read it out loud to the entire staff. So there I am at morning tea, watching the card, praying in my head, "Okay God, please help me with this, I'm ready, I'm ready to defend Your name, let's do it.". I saw my colleague pull it out of the envelope and then said, "Oh, I read this later." phew.. (or was it?). Went back to work and about an hour later, my colleague comes to my office door, "I read my card" (O ohh) "You have nice writing but why did you have to write that in my card!". I thought, "Nuts, here we go.". We started "talking", as she stepped inside my office, strangely enough, she turned and looked directly to (what I call) my "evangelism corner" of my desk where I have my daily encouragement calendar and a few different tracts, it became silent for about a second. I wondered what she was thinking and thought is it time to give her a tract? But then she turned to me and continued to argue that she does not blaspheme (yeah, it wasn't the time). Anyway, after some time she walked away leaving me feeling very unsettled. I prayed. I don't like being disliked.
Later driving to uni, I prayed again. In class, I prayed again, asking God what He wanted me to do and if could He do something about this. I was reminded to look to His Word. So in class, I whipped out my bible to the book of James. I read about true faith is shown in good works. So I thought, if I really believe God will fix this up, I had to do something good, something right, something that would show God's love. So I decided to get her a box of chocolates (she loves chocolate) and more importantly give her a tract too. On the way back to the office, I started to chicken out, justifying, "Oh, this is her last day, I'll never see her again.. didn't really know her anyway.. don't worry about." But then I was reminded of the verse.. Romans 8:28 "And we know that all things work together for good to them that love God, to them who are the called according to his purpose." I said to God, "But God, you know I love you.." and then conviction, if I really do love Him - then show it in action! Cos that's what love is - a verb! And so I prayed again, this time, I really wanted to do it for God, for His glory and not to make things right with me (so she can like me).
Anxiously waiting in my office at about 5:30pm, I started to hear my colleague say her farewells, then silence. 5 minutes or so later, I walked out to the open area, and asked another colleague where she was, she told me she had gone. I walked back in my room puzzled. I really thought God wanted me to talk to her and tract her. I prayed, His Word seem to have pointed in this direction. I was sad. But then suddenly I hear the security door open "beep beep", and a voice, "I'm back!" it was my colleague!! She came into my office. We hugged, we spoke, I gave her the box of chocolates, and I gave her a tract saying, "I'm a Christian, I really can't let you go without telling you this." Thank God she accepted it well and our little talk went well. And I tracted her!! I don't think I would have been so serious about this tract if I didn't make this "mistake". This year in 30in30, God is really showing me the power of prayer. The two tracts which I prayed fervently about, I witnessed God at work, and the experiences are unforgettable!
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