Today, I led my monthly Monday work bible study for the last time.
A co-worker asked me to start a group four and a half years ago. I agreed, reluctantly.
My first week of Bible Study, October 2015, was the week after my husband lost his job.
My, what a four and a half years these have been.
The kids have changed schools. Both Bray and I have changed the kinds of day jobs we have. We’ve had health scares and vacations and remodels. Grief and joy. Suffering and laughter.
I went back and reread my first few bible study notes. Each month, I taught about a miracle. I wrote down the scripture text and then wrote down all my research and thoughts on those topics.
The first miracle I taught on was 2 Kings 4, The Shunamite Woman, still one of my favorites of all time.
The next one was from 2 Kings 6, where a lost axehead floats.
Then came the passage from 1 Kings 19, where Elijah flees in exhaustion and terror after performing the biggest miracle of his life on Mount Carmel. (I love me some Kings…)
As I was rereading my notes, I saw a theme from these beautiful miracles emerge. I didn’t even know it was a theme when I was teaching this in the fall of 2015. But I can see it now. And how God must have been weaving that message into my soul then when I need to know this truth so badly.
Run to God.
Always run to God.
Run to Him in your desperation. Run to him in your fear or your worry or your terror or your panic or your stress. He can take whatever emotion you throw at him – anger, depression, loneliness, grief.
They all came to Him in desperation. A mother after losing her son. A worker after losing his means to work. A prophet facing exhaustion and possible death.
Don’t let anything distract you. Don’t let social media or work or even friends divert you from your one true path to Him.
Lay whatever it is in front of Him.
Then watch what He can do.
A breath (2 Kings 4:34).
A stick (2 Kings 6:6).
A whisper (1 Kings 19:12).
Nothing is too far gone.
I didn’t expect to, but I cried through most of my study today. Gracious and encouraging co-workers who have become friends passed me tissues and prayed over me. It can be a little overwhelming to reflect on how God has worked so miraculously in your life over the years. And it can be a little overwhelming to lay something important down to make room for the next thing God needs to do.
I am so grateful to have had this opportunity to join a community who basically learned right along with me as God convicted me with scripture and I shared what He was teaching me.
It’s always powerful to remember what He can do. With so very little. He cares about the big and the small in your life. And nothing is too far gone.