Week 5 · Friday

A Recipe For Pride
by Kori Hurley

2 Peter 3:9 The Lord is not slow in keeping his promise, as some understand slowness. He is patient with you, not wanting anyone to perish, but everyone to come to repentance. 

Take a girl. Cut her into the role of spouse (ingredient substitution for Dad in California). Add valedictorian and anorexia. Blend in religion, without Jesus, tossed with anti-Born-Again-Christian prejudice. Beat in top honors in Purdue’s pre-vet program. Pour into a crust of distrust, layered with secret insecurity. Overcook into fierce independence.
Yuk! Who wants some of that?! Fortunately for me, God did. Breaking through a dish like that takes a mighty sharp knife. For me, it took a truck ramming into my bike…and my head. The resulting brain injury forced me to re-learn adult behavior (no, I have not mastered this…not sure I want to) and re-think my beliefs.
I was living in Purdue’s Christian women’s house—strictly for the study environment and cheap board. The ladies had been faithfully praying for me. Now God was opening a door for them. Overnight, Miss Autonomous was stripped of her brazen self-sufficiency. One gal took upon herself the task of helping me graduate. While she patiently tutored my studies, she passionately shared Jesus. A month after the wreck, I asked Jesus into my life as LORD and Savior.
No one is beyond God, whether too good or too bad. Keep praying, keep sharing your faith, keep asking God for opportunities to be His hands and feet to the lost. Sometimes, He simply has to pull out a few stops to help them hear His soul music.

Prayer: Lord help me not to lose heart when praying for unbelieving loved ones. Let me be Your hands and feet to them. Let my mouth declare Your praise—that they may know.