As I mentioned yesterday, I had the honor and joy to share with the women in attendance at the Spring gathering for Live More Ministries, it was a beautiful time of worship and sharing the healing and transformation with God through our relationship with Jesus. I reminded the ladies, it isn't about the things we do or say that make a difference in our lives, it is the friendship and relationship we have with Jesus. Did you know it's possible to get up and have coffee with a friend, a friend like Jesus that is? I never did, it took a child for me to understand this simple and true reality.
I shared with the ladies in attendance about the challenges in the preparation in the months, weeks, and days prior to our time together. This was the first speaking engagement scheduled and to happen since my Mom passed away. Prior to this, I shared the Bible verses and ideas God placed on my heart with my mom and she helped me fine-tune my presentation. Through the process of preparation this time I learned something, I AM is able to do this because of the same relationship I shared and stressed with the ladies, the one with Jesus.
Did I miss my mom as I prepared? Yes. Did I miss calling my Mom on Saturday morning to tell her what I was wearing and practice a little? Of course. Did I call and cancel because the tears and grief broke my heart? No Way! God called me to speak for Him and to this Live More Ministries' event, the last thing my mom would want is to know I wasn't falling His calling.
Part of the reason for my nerves and uneasiness was the nature of my presentation. You see, I tried something I've never done before in front of a group of people, and something I'm not super good at BUT because I was obedient to the message God wanted me to share, it was a wonderful presentation. (At least the gracious women in attendance seemed to enjoy it) They left talking about how God worked and is working in their life and what they needed to let go so God could renew and transform them. His message was delivered with me as His vessel.
The irony, I painted as I shared. Yikes! My mom was the gifted painter so as I think about this past weekend I smile because through the painting, Mom was standing right beside me and helping me with each stroke of the brush. I didn't see this as I planned and prayed, all I could focus on was the difficulty of painting a butterfly while delivering God's message without failing Him, Heidi, or my family. I'm so silly, I forgot that when we are following God's plan/will with a pure and faithful heart to serve Him...He will not let us fall but instead will lift us up.
Over a hundred women wrote down at least one thing they would give to God this past Saturday. They released the weight of...
*negative self talk
*negative relationships with their children
Tragedies are a part of life at one point or another.
Lisa M Buske
P.O. Box 323