Next week, I'm having the ladies from our Sunday School class over for dinner and Bible study. I'm really looking forward to it, this is what I LOVE doing.

I've been asking God what Bible study is to look like that night and I keep hearing one word. It's a word that began to resonate with me about two weeks before San Antonio. In fact, God gave me the word in a passage the morning I left for the Fiesta. Then to top it off, the word Beth taught on was closely related. I'm not going to elaborate too much just in case anyone from class is reading this!

In fact, Sunday morning in between services, a choir member that I don't know very well walks up to me with a plastic bag. She gives an encouraging word to Freedom's Call and then she looks at me and says, "I have something for you. I made this for you with the help of my grandson. It's a _____ box." (The blank is THE WORD I AM DETERMINED NOT TO GIVE AWAY!!!)

I know my jaw hit the floor. I explained to her that what she had put in this box was my primary love language and that I would treasure it. As she walked away, the tears, they were on the verge of rolling and the ugly cry was just about to make an appearance! I was so overwhelmed and honestly I just wanted to get flat before the Lord, but we had to sing one more time...

I say all this to remind myself that even when it feels like God is not moving, He is. He is active all the time. He is working out things even now. I want to live looking for Him and the work of His hands, but I also want to be used by His hands.

That sweet choir member blessed my socks off Sunday morning, I want with all my heart to do that same thing to someone today.