God, Never Weary

Mar. 21 2008

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This story is from a girl out in Texas and it’s about how she shared Jesus with someone even when she felt exhausted. A great reminder that no matter how we feel, God never rests or is weary.
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This was to be my third year of passing out tracts and witnessing to people on Fat Tuesday in Austin, Texas. My grandmother had been sent home from the hospital on hospice the week before Fat Tuesday. The first several days were very difficult emotionally, physically, and spiritually. I was not sure if I should go or not this year to Austin considering her condition. Monday night I was completely run down in every way, but by the grace of God and many prayers, Tuesday was a new day, with His new mercies.

Tuesday afternoon at the crisis pregnancy center where I work, a young girl walked in wanting a pregnancy test. I knew I was supposed to see her, even though we were closing in twenty minutes. Normally, I would have scheduled her for the next day., but I knew the reason I had to stay was that she needed to hear the gospel that afternoon, even if she didn’t know it herself.

I shared the gospel with her, and it was obvious the Lord had been working in her heart long before she walked in our door. She was broken over her sin, admitted she had not obeyed the Lord’s commands, and talked about the times in her life where she felt the Lord was keeping her safe, watching over her, etc. It was clear the gospel was the missing piece.

I encouraged her to view her past experiences as evidence of God’s grace in her life—the family she was placed in and the situations she experienced were all meant to bring her to salvation, even walking in to the center that day. I told her that there are no coincidences with a sovereign God. 

She was born again right before my eyes, and I can’t tell you how encouraged I was by it. It gave me the strength to know that in the midst of all that had been happening in my life with my grandmother slowly dying each day, that life is stronger than death. Her new life in Christ reminded me not only of my grandmother’s soon to be new life with Christ, but also everyone’s need for Christ. We must abide in Him, and He will present us blameless and spotless before the throne of grace. My grandmother is now before that throne of grace, and by the blood of Christ she entered in, praise God. But all of us, one day, must give an account of our lives before a holy God.

This is the verse I shared with the young woman who came to the center:

“And inasmuch as it is appointed for men to die once and after this comes judgment, so Christ also, having been offered once to bear the sins of many, will appear a second time for salvation without reference to sin, to those who eagerly await Him.” (Hebrews 9:27–28)

I was so empty that day: physically and emotionally exhausted from 24-hour care of my grandmother, spiritually under attack, and doubting all sorts of things. Yet that day I was truly an instrument in the Redeemer’s hands. Praise God He never stops working, never sleeps, never grows weary, and is longsuffering with our sins.

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