Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls. ~Mother Teresa
Thinking about spreading a net of love today...
There are so many stray souls, precious souls, who need to be caught up in love by joyful Christians and brought to Him...so, so many.
Then he said to his disciples, "The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. Matthew 9:37
So many need you, your love, your salvation, your grace.
Help me, Jesus, to be joyful so that I may spread the net of love
for those lost ones, those wandering ones, searching for something...
searching for Love, for You; though they might not realize it just yet.
Help me choose joy, when my first response is irritation.
When I spend Labor Day morning rushing from place to place, children in tow,
with husband searching for a place for a homeless man who asked for our help to lay his head that night.
When finally an available bed, and a promise to hold it is secured (Thank you, Jesus!), and we have just enough time to dash home for husband to change into his work clothes and drive the 15 minutes back into town to drop him off.
When I must assume the task of meeting the homeless gentleman and directing him to his place of shelter; with strict instructions from husband, as this is not the safest area of town... he'll call to check on me.
When not wanting to make another round trip home and back, the children and I spend the day in town, window shopping, running assorted errands...mostly waiting for the appointed meeting time.
When I arrive a bit early and find no one waiting, so I drive down the block and come back. No, he's still not there. I drive around again, being instructed not to park and wait for him...and I drive, and pray, and wait. Nothing. Frustration mounts. I've spent most of the day on this man, and now he doesn't even show up. I assume (and pray) he's found his own place to stay; but I am annoyed that he didn't even bother to come and let us know; especially after he was so adamant yesterday that my husband not forget to meet him!
When husband calls and I must tell him the news.
When after he gets off work, we go back to the shelter so he can go inside and check to see if perhaps the man is there.....no, not there. Irritation at the thoughtlessness of this man remains throughout the evening, interrupted by intermittent prayers...just in case something happened to him.
Where was my joy? Why could I not just do my part and leave the rest to You? I made the wrong choice...until that little whisper of the Spirit caused me to pray.
"Bring joy to your servant, for to you, O Lord, I lift up my soul."
Forgive me when I am irritated at the inconveniences that come with serving You.
For, it was You after all, that we were serving as we searched for and located a place for this man. I should be grateful for Your provision for him, even if he didn't take advantage of it.
How many times, Lord, did you make provision for me, only to have me choose to do things my own way instead?
And Your response to me? Not frustration or irritation,
but grace, grace upon grace, time after time...
how I still need Your grace, Father!
Help me, Lord, to choose joy,
when it has to be a conscious choice,
when otherwise my flesh
would yield up something quite less lovely.
Help me, Lord, to choose...
joy instead of judgement,
grace instead of griping,
to learn to live and love like You, always.
Thank you for Your grace, Lord;
for I am so very, very needful of it myself.
Thank you for the Joy that comes
when I choose to serve no matter the outcome,
because of You, for You, with You...
for in Your presence, Lord, there is fullness of Joy!
I pray that a multitude of joyful souls will spring up and go forth, spreading joy to those who need it most; and that those willing to choose joy, will be renewed, refreshed and abundantly blessed for their obedience to the Joy Giver!
Join me in choosing Joy today...for His glory, and for the sake of those souls who need to be brought into His kingdom?
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