I sat in the room anticipating sharing an hour of prayer with a few others who are equally endeavoring to implement a Community Bible Study in Owasso. The mayhem of summer time schedules gifted me an unplanned hour of solitude with my Lord, the lover of my soul.
The ashen clouds rolled by the parallel windows while the sun set on the dimming day. These are the moments, regardless of whether the circumstances are warranted, that the enemy’s tactics attempt to creep in and overtake my thoughts. His conniving, deceiving tactics attempt to plant frustration, doubt and discouragement.
No one is interested in the implementation of this ministry. You are alone. Are you sure the Lord is leading you in this endeavor? Look around. Where is the physical confirmation? You are always going to stand alone. Look how stupid you look out here on this branch of “faith.”
Because I know moments like this will pepper the journey, I have written lists of confirmations that document this journey as His hand leading mine. Knowing that God’s timing is perfect and that nothing thwarts the plans of His working hands, I sat in the silence. I extended my legs and propped my feet on the blue cushioned metal chair in front of me and asked Him to speak to my heart. Immediately, I remembered a verse from Zechariah about small beginnings. I unzipped the green floral cover of my Bible, peeled back its thin pages and began reading about the book of Zechariah. Soaking in the history of Zechariah and perusing the first few chapters, the Lord began to pour His encouragement into my dehydrated heart.
Zechariah 4:10 “For whoever has despised the day of small things, shall rejoice, and see the plumb line in the hand of Zerubbabel.” The Lord continues to use Zechariah to speak to his waning people that He has not forgotten them. Against all odds, His temple will be rebuilt. No man thwarts His plans. He tells them, “Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit, says the Lord.” He is exhorting them to continue in obedience, continue believing and continue building. His temple will be rebuilt; not by any of their efforts, but by the working of His spirit. Through Zechariah, He promises Zerubbabel that the mountain would become a plain.
I folded in the silence of the room, but to the booming clarity of His voice. Tucking my feet beneath my hamstrings, my head hovered over His written word.
Lord, I know you are calling me to rebuild your temple in this generation. The obstacles I face in this endeavor, I know will be overcome by the working of your Spirit. Just as you promised Zerubbabel that the mountain would become a plain, the seemingly mountainous road before me will become flat terrain. I will choose not to despise the days of small beginnings. I am at a personal loss with minimal influence. Yet, I will sit before you tonight and I will continue to sit before you; willing. I will continue to pray. I will continue to lean in. I will continue to trust.
The next morning, I began texting my experience from the night before to some of the CBS leadership shoveling this journey alongside me. Subsequently, I see two texts filter in from one of the ladies who helped plant the Community Bible Study group alongside me in Virginia. I complete my text and tap send. I navigate over to the two texts that filtered in from Shannon. She said that she tried to send them the night before (the night of my solitude with the Lord), but they wouldn’t go through. Her texts included a picture of a room full of women for their CBS social and a note that stated, “Look at our turnout tonight for our dessert social! Missing you!!” I immediately picked up the phone to call her to tell her of the impeccable, faithful timing of the Lord. She answered and before I could tell her my side of the story, she blurts out, “I was so encouraged by the turnout last night. A year ago, I sat in a room alone praying for this group of women.”
Tears flooded my cheeks and my chest began to heave.
“But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one.” 2 Thessalonians 3:3