Sometimes God calls us to share the gospel with strangers, but other times people in our everyday lives need to hear what Jesus has done for us. I am 14 now, but I was shown this at a very young age. I was only 8 years old when I made a friend at a new school. We gradually became closer, and soon she told me about her home life. She told me how she was physically and emotionally abused. I immediately wanted to take her under my wing, and I remember asking my mother countless times if she could move in with us. I soon realized that she didn’t just need me. She needed Christ.
I started sharing what Jesus means to me, and she was interested. She came to church activities with me on a regular basis and I know she heard the gospel message many times. I am thankful for that. But now she has moved away. I hope that she’s being better cared for, but she is not able to stay in touch. I wish that I had seen her accept Jesus before she moved, but I know that God sees her continuing journey even though I can’t.
I want her to be magically better, but sometimes we don’t see the effect of these things right away, and we have to trust that it’s part of the Lord’s bigger plan.