Tears

Recently I ran a three-part workshop for an outreach arm of the church. The workshop was about personality profiling, communication, teamwork, and understanding yourself and how uniquely God has made us.

Response to the workshop was varied because it was held fortnightly.

But more important was that after the second one, a young lady accepted the Lord. First time believer.

Then after the last one yesterday, another two turned up for Sunday service and went forward to make a decision for the Lord! One was also making a decision for the first time. The other was a rededication.

Salvation belong to the Lord. It is the work of the Holy Spirit, I know. And whilst I know that the hard work was done by the young adults themselves, and their leaders, I felt involved nonetheless. I had worked hard in the preparation for the workshop, putting in extra effort despite my extra workload. Yes, it felt worthwhile. As I had been telling my intentional discipleship training duo, I was hungry for harvest.

So yes, I teared when I saw the young men walk into the service this morning. I knew God was at work.

I cried more when I saw them raise their hands and walk forward when asked to make a decision.

I openly wept when we prayed for them.

God is good. I rejoice with the angels in heaven.