Persecution

When I think about persecution I always think about missionaries who are suffering for Christ alone. It wasn't until this year 2010 that I realized that I am persecuted. My heart grows heavy with the persecution of those that may not like or love my views. This my be friends or family or just people in passing. The other day I was at a gas station pumping gas when a very warmly and rather nicely dressed homeless man asked me if he could pump my gas for a quarter. I told him that I didn't have any money- which was true- but that I would pray for him and started to tell him the gospel of Jesus Christ. I've never seen anyone who wanted money so bad to run away so quickly and even yell in my direction about my belief system. Even now in the new place I live I realize that who i once was is gone and though I may feel trapped as though I need to conform to what the people here are doing, I know that I am free in Christ.

It is hard not to conform and do what the people around you do. God protected me so much in Texas as the Israelites were protected in the wilderness... and now that I am out-I have some big giants to face. The giant of people pleasing and the giant of purity and faith in knowing that God can use me anywhere... which is sometimes hard to grasp.

I look forward to this new challenge in front of me. I know that with God's love and strength I will be able to push through to glorify him, but prayer will be helpful