Making a Difference

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It’s easy to sometimes look at our lives and feel we are insignificant because we aren’t in the “lime light,” if you will. Okay, perhaps I’m dating myself with the term “lime light.”  For those unfamiliar with that colloquialism, it refers to persons who have positions that place them at the center of public attention.

I can remember wanting to complete music school and take Broadway by storm. But because of a series of unfortunate events and poor decisions on my part, I didn’t make it to Broadway. I thought my artistic contribution to society and those close to me was insignificant as my name wasn’t in lights. I wanted to travel and sing before thousands; I wanted to make a difference. What I failed to see was, I had made a difference.

During my senior year in high school I was privileged to tour five European  with a choir and jazz band as the lead soloist. I didn’t sing before thousands in Europe but I’m sure I touched the hearts of those who heard me as I received standing ovations. At my home church and in school, I was often the featured soloist.

After graduation from high school, my mother came to me with a story of a gentleman who was bedridden and close to death. This gentleman was the father of a family friend. My mother told me he and his wife were sitting with the windows open on the day of my graduation to get some fresh air. They lived only a short distance from my school. Our ceremony was outside and so, the gentleman and his wife could hear our festivities.

I led the choir that day in a song titled The Omnipotence by Franz Shubert. It’s said, the gentleman told his wife my voice sounded like the voice of an angel. The couple told their daughter, who told my mother the story of how my voice blessed her dad on that day. It’s been forty one years since I graduated high school and that story still makes my eyes fill with water.

You see, I now realize our names don’t have to be in lights or on the tongues of every household to make a difference. If we are going about God’s will for our lives and touching those around us with His love, our deeds are significant in His eyes. Our accomplishments in Christ, however minor they may appear in our opinion, matter. We don’t have to be rich and famous to touch lives. We don’t have to reach millions to have an impact. Just as my voice blessed an ill gentleman and brought him a bit of joy, so do all our acts of kindness because, God notices every one.

I’ve included the link to The Omnipotence by Franz Schubert as sung by the Morman Tabernacle Choir for your enjoyment. And remember “great is Jehovah the Lord!”  The Omnipotence

Ciao!

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Amazing things happen when men of God pray.

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I’m blessed to have a small circle of men in my life I call friends. Each of them is special to me; some I’ve known my entire life, a couple I’ve known for more than 20 years. Theses guys are special because they are men of God and they know how to get a prayer through. I call them my heavy artillery. I call on them when my back is against the wall and I need some serious backup. Now, I also have strong women of God in my life as well but I believe something amazing happens when men of God pray.

Okay don’t get me wrong, I believe women can also war in the Spirit. My mother was one of the greatest prayer warriors who ever walked the face of the earth. I just think we as women can learn something from men who pray. I’ve found when I call on my guy friends, they listen quietly to my concern and only when I’m finished do they ask questions. They don’t interject or cut me off with what’s going on with them or their family. The focus is on my need only.

Sometimes we as women listen but we tie ourselves into the equation. As I said my mother had the gift of prayer. I can remember whenever someone would call her, she would listen and then, she’d pray. Not once did the situation become about her. How many times have you called a girl friend for prayer and end up interceding for them. As I said earlier, I feel we as women can learn something from men who pray. They know how to listen with their mouths closed and their ears open and then they go to war.

I’m doing a devotional on prayer and in it, I’m looking at different people’s prayers in the Bible. Today I was reading one of David’s and it dawned on me, he really knew how to pray. I thought about the Apostle Paul and his prayers and of course the prayers of Jesus. I’m learning to pray as these great men of God did. This blog is not to say women can’t get a prayer through, it’s to acknowledge a special group of gentlemen in my life.

There are those that say men and women can’t be just friends, well I beg to differ. I wouldn’t take anything for my guy friends. They teach me so many valuable lessons.  Above all they teach me that amazing things happen when men of God pray.

Ciao!

Savannah J.  providing a place of tranquility away from the stress of life. 

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Savannah is the author of The Prey now available in eBook on Kindle http://amzn.to/1xg0pgM and on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1q5hncz

Also look for Raising Tristan on Google Play Books http://bit.ly/1pL4GqN and on Kindle http://amzn.to/1AlHl6g