Touch Through Me

I  love Sundays. We have a tendency to just stick to our routines and when we do that, our lives become dull and mundane. Going to church is a part of my life and routine, though I want to be the kind of person who changes things up. Church is supposed to be a hospital for the hurting, not a social club. 

Touch through me... Have you heard that song? It's an oldy but a goody- "Touch through me, Holy Spirit, touch through me, let my hands reach out to others, touch through me. There is a lonely soul somewhere needing just some one to care, touch through me Holy Spirit, touch through me."

I had the most beautiful experience on Sunday. 

It is inevitable that we question our existence and our purpose and God's plan for our lives. 

I walked into church on Sunday and as soon as I got there, I met a couple who had a child with cerebral palsy. I made it my business to reach out. The disability advocate and the mom in me are intertwined. I wanted to meet their son and know their story. It was a beautiful encounter. 

I was able to make a genuine connection with this couple. I shared my son's story with them, and I encouraged them, but so much more, they encouraged me. I had started having those questions about my existence and purpose and God's plan for my life. I was having doubts and fears about becoming a nurse and about why I am doing it. Suddenly, I knew. 

I was really weepy throughout the remainder of church. God reminded me that the desire to be a nurse stems from the desire to walk with the hurting, and to show compassion in a place where there often isn't any. Perhaps I was born for such a time as this! The Holy Spirit wants to touch through us to reach our hurting world. There are no chance encounters- I was right where I needed to be, both physically (at church) and emotionally (God used this experience to speak into my life- I feel renewed.)

This "Touch Through Me" thing is not  just for me, it is for everyone who will allow the Lord the opportunity to use them. I am going to continue to make it my prayer. 

Until next time, may the Lord richly bless you!

Melanie

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