My Little Pastor

My Little Pastor

Today, I experienced something very special. Towards the end of my 2nd worship service message, I experienced quite an emotional roller coaster ride. The spirit of God was churning within me. God’s grace in my continued pain journey was realized more than ever.

While I may have been preaching to others, God was preaching to me. He’s like “don’t you realize where you used to be a few years ago? Remember when you thought things were hopeless? Remember when you thought you may never have quality of life again?”

All I could do was take moments to catch my breath and let God speak through me. I wanted to run off that stage so bad. I desperately needed just a few minutes to cry things out of my system. Instead, I just relied fully on God’s grace through what felt like forever.

I finally finished preaching the message God had given me. During the invitation I sat down on the front row and just tried to gather myself. Seconds later my 13 year old came over and sat beside me. Calmly he said, “Daddy you need prayer too, so let me pray for you.”

For that next minute he felt like my pastor. Yes, he has prayed with me many times before, but this time was different. I didn’t call him to me. Instead, God called him to me. God used my youngest son to breathe new life into me. It’s a moment I won’t ever forget and will treasure deeply in my heart.

“I assure you and most solemnly say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God [with faith and humility] like a child will not enter it at all.” (18:17)(AMP)

P.S. This young fellow will praise God when others won’t and he will pray when others won’t. 🙏