my husband has asked me twice today "what's wrong"
my reply, "i don't know" (which comes out as idonnano (with the shoulder shrug))
you ever feel that way....something could be wrong, a lot could be wrong, a lot is wrong.....but nothing big, nothing really worth complaining about
we studied one of Jesus' miracles today in Sunday school
the one where a group of friends take a paralytic man to Jesus
its one of my favorite stories
as i studied it the last time i taught the story, i learned they probably didn't even know the man they just met him on the side of the road on their way
and yet they took him, carried him all the way.....
they didn't stop when they got there and saw the crowds
they kept going...all the way
they carried him to the top of the building and lowered him down to Jesus.
and yet the miracle is not that he was healed, but that they were forgiven
what's wrong with me? i need to carry someone to Jesus so that I can be forgiven
so that my faith can be restored
isn't it funny how we set out to help others and see them saved and we are the ones who receive the help, the forgiveness
God called us to GO...TELL....carry them if you have too.