What if Today was Your Last Chance?

It’s important to be sure before you make rash decisions; this is true, but what about those who never commit to make a decision, and always delay making changes that could be the one thing that the Lord is waiting on before their answer is delivered?

We live in a world where waiting is probably the most detested, and yet we practice waiting and causing others to wait for us every day. It’s no wonder we are stressed out and find ourselves looking impatiently at our watch or cell phone or the clock on the wall while we’re in the grocery store line.

Lines, and stoplights are exceptionally hard to handle when we are so scheduled that we don’t even take the time to sit down to eat. How many times have you went to the drive through to get lunch, and before you get back to the office, you are finished? Are you not worth the time it takes to sit down and eat a meal?

At my house, growing up, we always sat down at the table to eat. We didn’t always have the most pleasant mealtimes because daddy was an alcoholic, and we couldn’t be sure whether or not,  he would turn the table over in the midst of the meal. (He did that one time and broken glass, spaghetti sauce, noodles, and tea were plastered all over the walls and floor,) but that didn’t matter. When it was time for dinner, my mother made sure that we had something to eat, and that we were together.

Staying together was important. Supporting one another was important. Loving each other unconditionally, was important. We were blessed beyond our expectations, so today, I think about how life has changed in some ways, but then in other ways it really hasn’t changed that much.

Maybe that is why I weigh in on all aspects of a decision before I make a move, and if I haven’t heard from God, then, no matter how good a direction may seem, this girl will be planting her feet until God tells me to move.

How can you be so sure that you will be still and wait on God? Because I know that the times that I impatiently took matters into my own hands resulted in a disastrous outcome. I would rather wait for God’s timing to have his support, than to plow ahead and be out of the will of God.

Then, we have people who ignore the voice of God if he is leading them to do something out of their comfort zone, like talking to complete strangers. Some people are basically shy. I have learned throughout my living for God, that when the Lord troubles the waters,  it’s time to move. If you can’t swim and you are fearful to step out of the boat, look up and get your eyes on Jesus, because he wouldn’t call you if you weren’t the one he chose for the task. He always goes before you to prepare the way.

You know, sometimes I believe that I’m my own worse critic. What will it matter ten years from now? Ask the person who was crying out to God for someone to care, if it will matter the actions that you take, today. It matters to a lost soul.

What will it matter ten years from now, if I go to prayer meeting on a Saturday night? I’ll be there for my 10:00 a.m. duty on Sunday morning.  Do people even realize the impact that prayer has on impossible situations? We don’t come to church on a Saturday night, just to socialize. It matters if I pray for my lost loved ones, or those who are crying out to God all over this city. Have we met them, yet? No, but they are there waiting to be contacted. Waiting to be acknowledged. Hoping that someone will reach out to them before they end their life.

Everyone knows that I surely don’t make that much difference in a service. I can sit back and blend in; never lift my hands in praise, or maybe I do clap my hands to keep up a front. Inside I may be far from the Lord, waiting for the situations in my life to change so that I can get back on track, but not feeling too hopeful that I’ll ever get the victory.

Oh, you’ll see my smile, but behind that smile, could I be the one screaming inside, waiting for someone to show me that they care? Maybe it might take more than a token handshake, or a nod of the head. Genuine fellowship and caring matter, to someone who hasn’t had that experience in a church before.

If you have been guilty of holding back on getting started being fully committed to this truth, it’s not too late for you to step up and do something that will matter ten years from now, and into eternity: reaching the lost.

In the Lattereign this week I ask the question, ‘What if This was your Last Chance?”

What if this was your Last Chance?

About gracemorganwriter

What is a writer? Someone who writes. For me, writing means to observe the world in a fresh way; it gives us encouragement when we are struggling to follow the path, and hope that we can keep pressing towards the mark. Writing gives us grace for the journey, and shines light into the darkened places of our soul.
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