Knowing He Cares

Just yesterday I was waiting for a train when I saw a young woman who was crying. She was on her mobile phone but had a tissue to her eyes and appeared to be hearing bad news. 

I waited for her to put her phone down and then approached her to ask her why she was crying. She burst out in sobs, with tears rolling down her cheeks to say that her uncle had just died. I told her I was sorry to hear that and immediately began to minister to her. I told her that through this she has to trust God that His ways our not our ways and thoughts not our thoughts; that He can do things through this in her family that will turn for a blessing.

I said that she should not get angry with God for the time they didn't have, but thank Him for the time they did have. I hadn't even asked if she was a Christian but was led of the Spirit to minister the hope of the Word. He was nearly 60 and lived in Africa - I pointed out that life expectancy in Africa is generally quite low so he definitely had a good innings as the British would say! I asked if her last time with him was happy and she said that it was. I said that many people's last time with a lost loved one was negative, so she was blessed in that also and could keep the memories.

She said that her family couldn't take another hit and that she was struggling with her faith; I was able to minister that God will not give her anything beyond what she can handle and that she should take all things by prayer, with thanksgiving for all His blessings, to Him.

I told her that when you are wounded badly it causes a scar. Overtime the pain goes but the scar will always be there. I said that she would never forget her uncle, but in time her heart would heal. I asked if I could pray for her, telling her that of all the trains I could've caught and all the times I could have come, God had me here for her to show that he loves her. I prayed for the healing of her heart and the blessing of her family through this.

I then got out my Bible and said that I wanted to read her a scripture. She requested Psalm 109 and after I had finished reading the train came. We got on and I then deliberately changed the subject to if she worked in town and what she did. I found out that she was a database analyst for a cosmetic company and I mentioned that I was on my way for a data collection appointment. When my stop came I gave her a flyer for our fellowship and she thanked me for ministering to her. The tears had stopped flowing and I left her smiling.

Glory to God that He would position willing ministers to reach out to the saints in need! When a young lady could have shipwrecked her faith in grief, God had a soldier there ready to call her back to the glory of His Kingdom!