We had a busy weekend—watching the kids on Saturday and then attending K and S’s Sunday house church gathering after church. We had another opportunity to talk with B and K, and they invited us to their meeting next Sunday. They are going through the book of Acts and said there is a lot of prayer and movement of the Holy Spirit… That sounds good to me!
On Friday, while working out on the treadmill, the Lord revealed a little more to me about where His power comes from. Tom was trying yoga for the first time in the other room, and I was a little concerned he might hurt himself. As my thoughts wandered—like they often do—I imagined him getting injured and calling for help. In that moment, I saw myself running to him, laying hands on him, and praying. My concern and compassion for him were so strong that the Holy Spirit came through, and he was healed!
Then, God reminded me: Jesus had compassion on the people. It was that deep, internal, gut-wrenching love for them—a true desire to see them free from pain. And suddenly, I realized something painful… I don’t really feel that kind of compassion in my gut for people. What I desire most is to see the power of God work through me.
Lord, forgive me for my selfishness! I am so focused on myself—on wanting to experience Your power—that I have missed the true reason for it.
Father, show me how to have true compassion for Your people. Help me focus on their eternal souls rather than myself. Teach me to desire their salvation and healing, not recognition for myself.
In Jesus’ name, Amen.
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