If you have not read yesterday’s post called “Shirt Packed and Big Girl Panties On” then I suggest you read it by clicking here first.
This morning I woke up and my stomach was in knots. Today was the day in which I would track down the “mystery woman” and ask her to pray for me all because of a man named “Bob”. I yi, yi! While showering, I began imagining how tragic this conversation would be…
Me: Hi! (Que sweating and stuttering) You don’t know me and I don’t know you BUT a man named “Bob” stopped me outside of Wal-Mart on Friday and informed me that the Holy Spirit wants you to pray for me. (BIG cheestastic smile)
(Insert awkward silence)
Mystery woman: Okay…ummm…why?
Me: Why? Because the Holy Spirit said you needed to. (Another BIG cheesetastic smile)
Mystery woman: No, what I mean is, why do I need to pray for you…?
Me: Oh! I need you to pray for me because I am struggling to conceive and I heard you once also struggled…? So can you pray for me and my stubborn ovaries?
Mystery woman: (gives blank stare)
Me: (look around as everyone else stares, start sweating more, knees begin to buckle, and my smile disappears)
While putting on my make up, I began to get nervous and sweat just thinking about how silly I was going to look and how awkward this was going to be. But I was more scared and nervous about what would happen if I chickened out and didn’t obey the voice of God; so with my big girl panties on pulled up to my chin, along with an extra shirt in hand, and a double dose of the Hubby’s deodorant, I was out the door and on my way to do one of the most boldest things I have ever done…randomly ask a stranger to pray for my stubborn ovaries and empty uterus…
On Saturday, I learned through a friend her name, what she looked like, and that she was scheduled to be a door greeter, so I figured locating her at church would be easy peasy, lemon squeezy. However, when I arrived for worship, all psyched up, I couldn’t find anyone that met the description of a tall, dark-haired, younger woman. All I could find were older women with shorter much
greyer lighter colored hair. UGH! But I’m not giving up. I’m not going to let this be an excuse as to why I shouldn’t continue my pursuit. I believe God is going to use this extra time to prepare her heart and I trust that when I confidently walk up to her on Sunday, the Holy Spirit will have already prepared her for the “tap, tap” I will give her on the shoulder. I am ready for round two! I have my big girl panties washed, dried and ready to be put back on next Sunday.
To be continued…