Monday, April 15, 2013
A still, small voice
Today I'm going to share a little story about how God spoke to me.
As you may or may not know, here on Red Mountain Ranch, we milk goats and sell the milk to individual costumers. We have costumers in Marble Falls, Fredericksburg, and Austin. Today's story is about milk costumers in Fredericksburg that get it while we're in town on Sundays.
Now, we give them either from 10-12 to pick it up from the cooler that sits behind out car at Church, or till 2 at my grandma's house right there in town. For some reason, our costumers (who all happen to be Jehovah Witness) can't seem to get the milk on time.
Yesterday, we were stuck waiting for them until almost 4. At that point we just left the milk and went home. Now, my mom gets frustrated, but I was livid. Don't you think if we're bringing the milk all the way to town, they can drive 5 minutes to come pick it up? I wanted mom to call them and give them a talking to, but then, in a still small voice, God said to me "What if you are the only example of a Christian family, to these people? Through your rage, you're not showing my heart very well.".
His words hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn't doing my job. I wasn't being Jesus with skin on. I can't expect that someone else would be in their lives to cover my insubordination. I have to do better. It's my job.