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Going about my Father's work


A few months ago, I was excited to attend the IF Gathering, be with like-minded women, be fed and rejuvenated, and worship and hear from God. I had just added an evening workout class to my weekly schedule and felt tapped out.


The week of the conference, one of the leaders reached out and asked if I could lead a stretch and meditation class. I was first struck with fear because teaching a stretch class was out of my wheelhouse. Leading five minutes of stretch after a workout is one thing but leading an actual stretch-focused routine while speaking scripture was different. But, when God gives the nudge, it's best to jump.


The week of the Gathering, I prayed and planned my scripture focus to concentrate on Psalm 1:3, "She will be like a tree firmly planted by streams of water, which yields its fruit in season. And its leaf does not wither; And whatever she does will prosper.

I tied it into verse John 7:37, Where Jesus says, "anyone who is thirsty, come to me and drink. Whoever believes in me, rivers of living water will flow from within them."

I marveled at how the verses tied together and was excited to see how God would use the class I was about to lead.


On the day of the Gathering, I grabbed my yoga mat, backpack, and the scroll where I wrote my verses down, kissed my four-year-old and husband goodbye, and headed to the venue, 10 minutes behind schedule. I hit every red light on the way, and after parking, I couldn't get the parking meter to work. Frazzled and frustrated, I ran down the street, my hand on the door handle, ready to pull, when I heard a voice. "Do you have any spare change?" Processing what she said, I knew I'd have to put my backpack down and unzip three pockets to get the money, so I turned in the direction of the voice and said, "Sorry, I'm already late."


It wasn't until after I had tucked myself into bed that night that I realized that I had forgotten to attend to my Father's work, taking care of the poor and marginalized, because I was too busy going about my Father's work.


Jesus was all about his Father's work, but when someone called to him, Psalm 34:6 This poor man called, and the Lord heard him;

he saved him out of all his troubles. He never turned away.


The lesson I learned that weekend didn't come from the class I led, the songs I sang, or the speakers I listened to but from the call of one needy woman who sat on the dirty sidewalk. She called, but I was too busy to listen.



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Feb 09

Love this ❤️

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We are definitely going to try out this recipe!

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Guest
Jan 25

Great topic Heather! It's definitely one not talked about often and one that you just have to try to figure it out on your own, at least for me anyway.

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Guest
Jan 20

Amen, Heather! These words are so true and encouraging right now!

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Guest
Jan 01

Thank you, Heather, for your beautiful post. I alwasy feel so much love and encouragement from reading your blog posts <3

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