a man at the door...

last night a man comes to my door and tells me that he has seen me walking (and apparently followed me home...) and has a message for me from God... the message was that God wants to see more of me... I tell this man he has the wrong person... he said no.. that he was told this when he seen me... I tell him thank you and have a blessed day and shut the door...

now I am not that naive.... yes, I am pretty naive, but not THAT much... this man liked what he saw and come up with this creative way to get close to me... borderline stalker... I didn't even walk last night, so this man had been building up his game/courage for a while... BUT... as I am not one to ever discount that a message could be from God... I took some inventory last night... has my focus come off of God and onto situation? possibly somewhat... there is some physical pain involved in the situation I am speaking of, and any time you bring me to pain... I am a wuss and definitely could be losing focus of the Subject and focusing on source of pain and how to get rid of it... is there something I should be doing to make it ease up.... also, I guess I should be thankful that he came up to me talking about God instead of some things that might have gotten my attention in the past... so either my walk is right, or satan is really up on his game... (both probably being truth...)

then I read the scripture this morning... "however I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I may finish the race and complete the task the Lord has given me-- the task of testifying to the gospel of God's grace" (acts 20:24)
is my life a living testimony to the gospel of God? of the grace He has bestowed upon me? of the love and adoration that I feel for Him?
that is my desire.... I desire to be a walking, talking image of God and His mercy and grace and love for His people...
we all need to take inventory of our lives sometimes and decide if we are living for God or for self... are we keeping the right attitude in the struggle... are we bringing glory to the name of God, even while out walking... am I the image of the God I claim to serve, or am I the image of the world in which I have to live... what is the reflection that a stranger sees in me....