The other day, my dear friend, Mary, and I decided to meet for an afternoon of hiking, sharing, and eating. She and I live six hours apart, so it wasn't like we were just minutes from home. It was a hot, humid day and we met at a park, 31/2 hours from each of our homes.
Once there, we grabbed what we needed for a short hike and picnic and took off down the trail toward the lake. Mary had mentioned that we should get our purses out of our cars, but instead, she prayed aloud that Jesus would protect our belongings. I didn't have any sense of danger, so I was in agreement that a prayer would cover our stuff.
After eating our lunches, talking about life, and praying a good bit, we checked our phones. Mary missed some calls from her husband, so she called him back. Then I heard, "What? You're kidding, right?!" Her husband had received a call from the police that her vehicle had been broken into - and mine, as well.
A quick hike back to the vehicles and we met with the police. Mary's purse had been taken and much spending on her credit cards had already happened - in the $100's. I checked my car and everything seemed fine, other than a smashed window.
After a short trip to the local grocery store to purchase plastic wrap and duct tape, Mary and I said our goodbyes. If you've ever traveled at 60 or 70 mph with a broken window covered by plastic, you know just how loud a ride home it was! It was almost unnerving.
As I drove, I thought back through Mary's and my conversation about how much evidence of Jesus was in her purse. I started asking myself, "What evidence of Christ is in my purse, if someone were to take it?" I'm afraid there wasn't much. I realized that every part of our lives should reflect Christ - even what we carry around with us!
Well, as I continued to drive, I realized they had stolen a bag of mine. I went through the list of items in it in my mind - and...
"My Bible - Oh my goodness, they got my Bible!"
My heart almost stopped. That struck my heart so much deeper than if they had gotten my purse - not as much of a "headache", but a bigger hurt! I continue to have stabbings in my heart when I think about all the recorded history of my walk with Jesus that lies in those pages.
"Lord, use your Word (that was used in my life for so long) to change someone else's heart. Let my notes and thoughts that were written down be used to draw someone to You. Please, Lord, don't let your Word be tossed away and never found again. Let it be used somehow - even if I never see it again."
This became my prayer.
What Satan meant for harm, God intends for good. Satan didn't win that day - and the story is not yet finished. As more unfolds, I will share with you.
Take a moment today to look at all the areas of your life. What evidence is there of Christ, if just a portion was taken away from you? I realize I have some changes to make. What about you?