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Let Your Glow Show

I attended a bridal shower for Kara, my daughter-in-law-to-be. The decorations were beautiful, the refreshments were yummy and all the women enjoyed the chit-chat as usual. A nice shower with a good devotional.

After the gifts were opened and the clean-up began, a woman approached me. She was the worship pastor’s wife at the church and I had enjoyed some conversation with her young daughter. Her words took me by surprise, “I have not even met you but I see something in you, in your face….I see Jesus in you.”

My mind raced to make sense of it. “She definitely doesn’t know me, I’m nowhere near perfect….and how does she see something, I wasn’t doing anything special, wasn’t serving or ministering…” I was humbled. This wasn’t about me, it was about the One I have been with. Praise God, my glow was showing!

What she doesn’t know is that for the past 4 months I have been in an accelerated class on trusting and waiting on God. The only student in this class tailored just for my heart and taught by the Master Himself. The glow doesn’t come from anything I do, but from Who I’ve been spending my mornings with and who He has been shaping me to be.

This beautiful woman named Miriam has the light too. You can see it. She has been in the US for only one year. She asked God to help her learn English quickly so she could be fed through her new English speaking church… and He did! Praise God!

This woman who I had never met before made an impression on me. I was encouraged to keep pulling my sleepy self out of the warm bed each day to spend time with God recharging my light. Seeing how her one comment has affected me, I am also inspired to pass the encouragement on, to tell others when I see their light. Leave them encouraged too.

Whose light do you see? In Whose life do you see Jesus? Who radiates His love, shines His light, has the glow? Tell them. Now. Yes, right now. Don’t wait. Write it… phone it… text it… say it…or mail it. Let them know. Pass the encouragement on.

John 8:12
Then Jesus again spoke to them, saying, " I am the Light of the world; he who follows Me will not walk in the darkness, but will have the Light of life."

Gal 2:20
I have been crucified with Christ; and it is no longer I who live, but Christ lives in me; and the life which I now live in the flesh I live by faith in the Son of God, who loved me and gave Himself up for me


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