I Can’t Help Myself

I’ve said it. I believe it. But sometimes when it happens you are still left with your mouth hanging open. It’s not that you don’t expect God to be at work, it’s just that when He does it in unexpected ways at unexpected times it can catch you off guard. That’s why I can’t help myself and must tell you this story.

I had no ulterior motives, really. It was just suppose to be a somewhat selfish afternoon with our music teacher to have a cappuccino and practice my Spanish. When he came out to the van with the bilingual Bible we gave him, I knew something was up. Honestly I thought he was returning it. Maybe his strong Catholic background just wouldn’t let him keep it, or maybe he misunderstood and thought I had given it to him on loan. He clarified those assumptions almost immediately when he asked, “Is it okay if I bring along the Bible to the café so that we can talk about some things?”

After a long friendly discussion of about everything and nothing he asked, “Would you mind if everyone in your family selected a chapter and recorded for me in English?” I had to think about that one. Would we mind being the Spirit’s instrument by selecting five chapters to fuel His fire? “Yes we would be glad to do that.” From that point I open my Bible and we discussed, of all books, Lamentations. Then at his insistence we ended up the time with his tutoring me in a reading lesson. We had to read all of Colossians chapter 2 together.

Such times make you wonder what’s behind the next door. It makes you wonder how wide open He can throw open that door. It makes you wonder just what is possible with God. Maybe I shouldn’t wonder so much, but, I just can’t help myself.

The following pictures are from our end of the school year program: