The Peculiar Yes

An employee of a Beach front hotel was asked how often he goes to the beach to just stand in awe of God’s creation. He said that in the first couple of months of working by the ocean he would, but now, he even wonders why people travel from far and wide to see a large mass of water.

Living in Mombasa does not necessarily mean that I go to the ocean every weekend, in fact, going to the beach is like a well-planned excursion :). However it still has the great ‘awe’ effect. It is simply breathtaking; there is something about hearing the rushing waters that makes everything in me stand in awe of God.

For a couple of weeks, I felt the urge to go to the beach but I kept overlooking it. As the days went by I sensed such an urgency to go and just sit and talk to God. When I finally went, I found a nice quiet spot, settled down and started to journal and pray. One of my prayers was that random individuals would not come and talk to me, well other than the guy hawking eggs and the one selling shells it was perhaps one of the most peaceful visits I have had at the beach. Beach boys were nowhere to be seen – that is a miracle in itself. No one even directed me to their makeshift changing room :). Talk about a one in a million, well maybe one in TEN experiences…but still you get how rare it is.

As I poured out my heart to God and stared at the waves, the tears started to flow. Those were precious liquid prayers, I’m glad that they were being collected in bottles and recorded in scrolls (Psalm 56:8) . Each heart knows its own sorrow and sometimes in the busyness of life it is easy to miss out on time to just be with God and not need to do. As I was singing a song that was encouraging me to be still and know that HE is GOD, a man clad in beach shorts  walked up to me and said ‘Hi, read Isaiah 65:24’. He repeated it twice. At first I was like (in my head of course) ‘Furreal? What is it that you want? Imagine now is really NOT a good time.’ Well that was until I actually heard what he was saying and said ‘okay’. Once I agreed he continued with his walk.

As he walked away, I opened my bible and looked for the verse. When I read it, it was exactly what I needed to hear. It was such an encouragement, such a hug from above. Now the tears were flowing faster; sadness and gladness fused together. By the time I composed myself and finished my praise song to Jesus, the gentleman was long gone. I could see him in the horizon and there was no way I could run after him to say thank you.

The gentleman did not need to stop and talk to me, better still share that verse but He did. It was probably a very peculiar mission that God had sent Him on. It’s not like he left his house or hotel in the morning expecting to share the verse with a stranger (hmm, but I never know), but at the time that he was needed to be obedient, he was.

courtesy of findthepieces.com

courtesy of findthepieces.com

Sometimes, God asks us to do things that seem peculiar. Some of them are not very ‘honorable’ or part of our ‘nature’.

Saying Yes to the peculiar request, has the power to speak into a situation and change a destiny.

You may not see it, but sometimes your role is just to say ‘YES’ and be obedient and then let Him work out the details. It is a bold step of faith that in God’s time yields results.

To the gentleman on the beach, you may never read this, but thank you. You were God’s hands and feet. May He who sent you bless you and increase you.

Blessings,

Bibi2Be

 

 

Advertisements

2 thoughts on “The Peculiar Yes

    • *hugs*
      He misses you too;try find a place that you reminds you of being close to Him and spend time there. It may feel strange at first since it’s been a while, but after a couple of tries, you’ll remember why and how its the place you’ve ever been.
      James 4:8a (NIV) Come near to God and he will come near to you.
      I will be praying for you, that He may shower you with His love and embrace you in a way only He can.
      Blessings.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s