One of the most amazing things to me as a believer is how God has spoken to me over and over again throughout my life.
Sometimes it’s like a gigantic flashing billboard and sometimes it’s a soft, gentle whisper you wonder if you occasionally miss because of all the noise.
Sometimes it’s a verse that jumps off the pages of Scripture and seems to slap me in the face and other times it’s a lyric in a worship song that touches me deeply and leaves me forever changed.
This past weekend I had the opportunity to speak at Biltmore Baptist in Asheville, North Carolina (which is ironically one of two US cities I think I could move to and be totally happy). They asked me to speak on “Plan B” which I was more than happy to do. After each service I signed books in the lobby and got to meet the incredible people that call Biltmore home.
I met a lady who the night before while wondering through Wal-mart bought a copy of “Plan B” for her friend, Teresa, who was going through a difficult time. Now, that might not sound real interesting, but now imagine that she had NEVER heard of me or “Plan B.” She said she stood there looking at the books and “Plan B” just kind of jumped out at her and she thought of her friend. Sunday morning she woke up and put “Plan B” in her purse to give to her friend Teresa at church, and headed out the door.
Now imagine her surprise when they announced that a guy by the name of Pete Wilson was there to speak today on a book he had written called “Plan B.”
How stinking cool is that?
So her friend Teresa got her book and in the same moment had the opportunity to hear the author share his heart.
This morning I woke up with Teresa on my mind. She’s now a single mom with two small kids to raise since her husband recently abandoned her and the children. That’s one heck of a Plan B.
But here’s what I know. God cares about Teresa.
How much?
Enough he would send her friend to Wal-mart and then inspire her friend to pick up “Plan B” for her.
Enough that He would lead her to Bilmore Baptist Sunday morning.
Enough that He would orchestrate my schedule to make sure I was there.
Enough He would allow me to hear her story and be sitting here 24 hours later praying for her.
Enough that a couple thousand people will read this post today and many will stop to pray for her.
How much?
Clearly a lot.
Don’t you just love it when God does cool stuff like that?
