I DO love coming to you LIVE, today from my favorite country french cafe, La Madeleine…
Across from me is my beloved Mama (said in the French way today), and as she makes underlines in her Bible and plans out her grocery list, I wanted to take a moment to say “Good morning!” to all of you…my old friends, my new friends, and any potential friends who are still lurking about on the perimeter, undecided as to whether or not Mrs. Gore and all of her many words are welcome in their personal inboxes. It is certainly worth mulling over…I talk a LOT. On the internet. Not in real life. You should think long and hard before subscribing to Mrs. Blogs-a-lot.
Anyhow, what is on my heart this morning? I’m glad you asked.
Last night at our Wednesday night prayer meeting, Mr. Gore (my pastor/husband) asked us to share a specific way God had blessed us.
As my brothers and sisters in the faith spoke of the very real and moving ways that God was working among us, personally and corporately, I reflected on my blessings.
Near the top of the very extensive list was…
I’ve shared this before, but it is worth repeating: nearly 2 years ago, in the very same room we were meeting in last night, my husband was preaching and calling on the church to share the gospel with those we meet.
I bowed my head in utter frustration. Do you know who I was meeting with in those days?
The grocer at Wal-mart (who I couldn’t really speak to over the din my children were making after a long shopping trip).
I KNOW the importance of these preschool years, and I KNOW that I am “preaching” the gospel to my children every day in the way I speak to them, love them, discipline them, care for them…
but still. I was frustrated.
Sharing my frustrations with my husband that night, tears pouring down my face, I asked him “WHO am I supposed to be sharing the gospel with?!”
He spoke truth to me, reminding me of my very important role as stay-at-home Mom. But then he also instructed me to pray. To cast these cares on the Lord. To share my heart with my Maker.
And before long, I sat down one afternoon on a whim (after much encouragement from my brother, Pete, and others to do so), and opening a WordPress account, I wrote my first blog post.
The next day I wrote another one.
The next day I wrote another one.
And another and another and another and another.
And one day, sitting down at the computer, I felt compelled to write simply and solely about the gospel message, and how it has impacted my life.
I was thrilled when 316 people had read it by the end of that week.
316 people had heard the gospel message from my stay-at-home Mom, hermit, homebody voice, the one that had cried out to God for more people to share with that Wednesday night at church.
And with the surprising blog exposure I was met with last week over that silly Magic Mike guy, I have even better news: The gospel message I shared that day, because of your willingness to pass it on, has received 1,923 visitors this past week alone.
And so last night, as I shared that blessing aloud with my church family, my voice was shaking with daring-to-be-shed tears, not because I’m excited to have a “voice” and be heard, not because I have achieved a tiny piece of notoriety, not because I feel validated now that more people are listening to me besides my preschoolers…
I cry because God is real. God is good. God loves His children.
Thank you, dear friends (and yes, even you potential ones!), for being my blessing. As ever, I eat my French pastry in your honor and lift my coffee cup to you, and to the God who has brought us together.
And truly…I’d LOVE to hear how God has blessed you recently. Do share!