I thank and praise God that I have been loaded down with work lately, side jobs mending, sewing, crochet, etc. I just finished all the needle work for the mending and sewing, and not even an hour later, started cooking dinner. I was cutting an onion, it was wobbly and I should have known better, But went through cutting it, well it rolled and my knife went through my fingernail and “shelled” 1/2 of my nail off, but thankfully didn't cut my fingertip...
God is good and the finger it is on my left hand but is the main one I use to hold the fabrics as I sew. I am very thankful I finished the jobs before this injury because that would have been a mess..
So please pardon me if I have a few typos in the chat it is a very clunky bandaging. But anyways, learn from me And don't fool around with rolling onions, It's not worth it. :-)
Delanie, as always, you are an inspiration to us all! As I was reading your testimony, I was struck with the thought "There is a reason God didn't send people out individually, but 2 by 2, or in groups." We need others around us, like minded, and able to stand with us. I am so thankful the Nurse was there when you needed her! I am thankful for the outreach that took place! And I am thankful for your recovery from being on your feet out there all day! Much love and blessings to you, and praying for you always!
I want to thank you all for the prayers for the event with my church, a few weeks ago. It went well and many people have heard the Gospel or have access to it. God is good! No known conversions but a lot of good conversions. 700 plus tracts and books were distributed.
You only know me by my comments you don't see me, or really know me, but my two biggest fears are evangelism [esp. where talking is required] and crowds of people. Needless to say going to an event with potentially thousands of people to share the gospel with them was absolutely terrifying! But I was one of the few people available, and they need the Gospel!
My fear the night before the event overwhelmed me. I spent a large portion of the night in prayer wrestling with my flesh, and trying to submit to God. By God's grace around 1am He gave me peace and I just passed out hard and slept.
Alarm went off at 7, out of habit hit snooze. The fear came back, almost paralyzing, started crying out to God, but the thoughts of I can just quit right now, I don't have to go, I can get out of this still, I can't do this, other people are more qualified. Then the alarm went off again [it plays the radio instead of a buzzer] the song the Voice of truth came on.
“But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth”
Scriptures started coming to mind “God will never leave me nor forsake me!” “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, ... And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” ”fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” “How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?'' “If you love Me, keep My commandments.” My heart took courage!
Got up, poured my coffee, then found out protests and riots were breaking out in my state, on top of it being June with people being all about pride. Fear came back, Had to cut off it's head. “If it's God's will to have riots etc at the event, then so be it. I can't change it, and they need the Gospel too!”
Read the Bible, drank some coffee, packed my lunch, got ready, and had few minutes before I had to leave. Signed on my computer and Mrs. Moni had messaged me scripture. Which was so encouraging, and it was at just the right time, I was about to call it off. Then knowing all of you guys were praying for me, spurred me on.
Got to the event my partner at the evangelism table was there [our new pastor, a dear friend of mine] he could tell I was scared to death, reminded me what to do, and in a sweet and loving way preceded to tell me about a missionary who was tortured to death, by electrocution, for sharing the Gospel. And how blessed we were here. So get after it. It may sound harsh but that is what I needed to hear, and if you knew how are families are, that was “it's okay, keep going.”
I know some of the people in the security guards at this event, they informed me that all the knuckle heads were in the big cities, and they had many more guards there to prevent anything from starting. Which was such a blessing to know. And thankfully no one started any trouble. And the guards were the most interested in the Gospel.
People started coming, offered them tracts and bottles of water, same old same old. You have about 5 seconds with each individual so you gotta make it count. :-) I won't bore you with all that. But many took them and wanted further conversation. My squeaky little voice was a problem but by God's grace was able to laugh it off and keep going.
But about half way through the event I almost passed out, a mixture of stress, heat, and my blood sugar dropping [I'm hypoglycemic] I threw the tracts to the pastor and said I got to take a break, well just as I said that, one of my best friends stopped by she's a retired nurse, She knows how I am. She took me inside put ice packs around my neck and on my thighs, Watched me made sure I ate something. Made me drink a Gatorade. Then she had to get back to her husband. But she showed up just in time, and I thank God for her caring for me. Though as I said to her, “I'm fine! I'm fine! Really I'm fine!” With her look, “Then do a jumping jack”... “Fine I'll take a break!”
She told mom and the pastor what had happened. So they watched out for me. But thankfully that is the only break I had to take in an 8 hour shift. And it only took me about 10 minutes to get back out there.
So back to handing out tracts and talking to people, as I mentioned before I am scared to death, I'm in fight or flight mode, so my ability to recognize faces went out the window.. and we are next to the Jack Daniel's booth, so lots of people keep coming back and forth. I'd offer them a tract again by mistake and most were nice, “you already got me, have a great night” but a few were more colorful “I told you earlier I don't want the bleeping thing,” etc.
Right as this was happening a lot, the widow and daughter of my evangelism buddy in all the past events, Came for the last two hours. His wife is probably one of the closest friends I have. So she saw what was happening and at the kids table helped me out by putting reflective stickers on the kids, so I knew who had already come by. She knows me well and knew I would crack up at this so it was very helpful!
The event was hard on us all. We shed some tears but knew we had jobs to do. All I can say was it was extremely empty behind me, without him there. But I know he was cheering us on in heaven. [Hebrews 12]
The pastor had to go and prepare the sermon. The event was just starting to get lively the right number of drinks had been had, and we had about 30 minutes left before we were taring down and leaving. So I was out in the crowd alone. And to my shame the people going past me in every direction, shut me down. I couldn't take it, I had to back myself up against the church's brick wall, breath and calm down. The best way I could describe it, is pounding. Pounding in my head, eyes, and heart. The Psalm song came to mind. “My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.” My Help comes from the Lord, not me. Then finally got up the courage to get back out there and handed out the rest of the pack of tracts.
Time to leave and we walked out with our friends who had come for the ending. Got dinner, and went home. I sounded like I had been eating gravel all day from shouting over generators of the food trucks etc. Then I took my shoes off and as soon as I did, it was almost like in a cartoon my heels were swollen out about an inch... and to walk on them made me scream. That was fun... got through church the next day by tip toeing. 3 weeks later my feet were healed. God is good!
Over all it was a great time, many memories made, the Gospel went forth, and issues with me were graciously revealed to me by God. Which I am working on. I praise God for His gracious hand of providence in sending the right people at the right times. Good Lord looks out for yougn's and fools, well I qualify as both so I guess I have double coverage. But in all seriousness thank you so much for praying!
I only tell you all this to realize I am no better than anyone else. I say things like Matthew 28! Onward! Etc. But I am weak and frail, and a sinner in desperate need of God's grace and mercy! And if it were not for our Wonderful Lord I would completely fall apart. He's has given us the Glorious Gospel of Salvation, and it is our pleasure to share it with the world, no matter our limitations, He will help us. We have no excuses. And it is not based on us but on God! He will save His people! He will do it! We are mere messengers! And all glory to God!
Yours in Christ,
Delanie Bee
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 “But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”
Lessons in F.A.F.O.
I thank and praise God that I have been loaded down with work lately, side jobs mending, sewing, crochet, etc. I just finished all the needle work for the mending and sewing, and not even an hour later, started cooking dinner. I was cutting an onion, it was wobbly and I should have known better, But went through cutting it, well it rolled and my knife went through my fingernail and “shelled” 1/2 of my nail off, but thankfully didn't cut my fingertip...
God is good and the finger it is on my left hand but is the main one I use to hold the fabrics as I sew. I am very thankful I finished the jobs before this injury because that would have been a mess..
So please pardon me if I have a few typos in the chat it is a very clunky bandaging. But anyways, learn from me And don't fool around with rolling onions, It's not worth it. :-)
Matthew 28! Onward.
Yours in Christ,
Delanie Bee
Delanie, as always, you are an inspiration to us all! As I was reading your testimony, I was struck with the thought "There is a reason God didn't send people out individually, but 2 by 2, or in groups." We need others around us, like minded, and able to stand with us. I am so thankful the Nurse was there when you needed her! I am thankful for the outreach that took place! And I am thankful for your recovery from being on your feet out there all day! Much love and blessings to you, and praying for you always!
God's Strength in my weakness
I want to thank you all for the prayers for the event with my church, a few weeks ago. It went well and many people have heard the Gospel or have access to it. God is good! No known conversions but a lot of good conversions. 700 plus tracts and books were distributed.
You only know me by my comments you don't see me, or really know me, but my two biggest fears are evangelism [esp. where talking is required] and crowds of people. Needless to say going to an event with potentially thousands of people to share the gospel with them was absolutely terrifying! But I was one of the few people available, and they need the Gospel!
My fear the night before the event overwhelmed me. I spent a large portion of the night in prayer wrestling with my flesh, and trying to submit to God. By God's grace around 1am He gave me peace and I just passed out hard and slept.
Alarm went off at 7, out of habit hit snooze. The fear came back, almost paralyzing, started crying out to God, but the thoughts of I can just quit right now, I don't have to go, I can get out of this still, I can't do this, other people are more qualified. Then the alarm went off again [it plays the radio instead of a buzzer] the song the Voice of truth came on.
“But the Voice of Truth tells me a different story
The Voice of Truth says, "Do not be afraid!"
And the Voice of Truth says, "This is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of Truth”
Scriptures started coming to mind “God will never leave me nor forsake me!” “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, ... And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” ”fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” “How then will they call on him in whom they have not believed? And how are they to believe in him of whom they have never heard? And how are they to hear without someone preaching?'' “If you love Me, keep My commandments.” My heart took courage!
Got up, poured my coffee, then found out protests and riots were breaking out in my state, on top of it being June with people being all about pride. Fear came back, Had to cut off it's head. “If it's God's will to have riots etc at the event, then so be it. I can't change it, and they need the Gospel too!”
Read the Bible, drank some coffee, packed my lunch, got ready, and had few minutes before I had to leave. Signed on my computer and Mrs. Moni had messaged me scripture. Which was so encouraging, and it was at just the right time, I was about to call it off. Then knowing all of you guys were praying for me, spurred me on.
Got to the event my partner at the evangelism table was there [our new pastor, a dear friend of mine] he could tell I was scared to death, reminded me what to do, and in a sweet and loving way preceded to tell me about a missionary who was tortured to death, by electrocution, for sharing the Gospel. And how blessed we were here. So get after it. It may sound harsh but that is what I needed to hear, and if you knew how are families are, that was “it's okay, keep going.”
I know some of the people in the security guards at this event, they informed me that all the knuckle heads were in the big cities, and they had many more guards there to prevent anything from starting. Which was such a blessing to know. And thankfully no one started any trouble. And the guards were the most interested in the Gospel.
People started coming, offered them tracts and bottles of water, same old same old. You have about 5 seconds with each individual so you gotta make it count. :-) I won't bore you with all that. But many took them and wanted further conversation. My squeaky little voice was a problem but by God's grace was able to laugh it off and keep going.
But about half way through the event I almost passed out, a mixture of stress, heat, and my blood sugar dropping [I'm hypoglycemic] I threw the tracts to the pastor and said I got to take a break, well just as I said that, one of my best friends stopped by she's a retired nurse, She knows how I am. She took me inside put ice packs around my neck and on my thighs, Watched me made sure I ate something. Made me drink a Gatorade. Then she had to get back to her husband. But she showed up just in time, and I thank God for her caring for me. Though as I said to her, “I'm fine! I'm fine! Really I'm fine!” With her look, “Then do a jumping jack”... “Fine I'll take a break!”
She told mom and the pastor what had happened. So they watched out for me. But thankfully that is the only break I had to take in an 8 hour shift. And it only took me about 10 minutes to get back out there.
So back to handing out tracts and talking to people, as I mentioned before I am scared to death, I'm in fight or flight mode, so my ability to recognize faces went out the window.. and we are next to the Jack Daniel's booth, so lots of people keep coming back and forth. I'd offer them a tract again by mistake and most were nice, “you already got me, have a great night” but a few were more colorful “I told you earlier I don't want the bleeping thing,” etc.
Right as this was happening a lot, the widow and daughter of my evangelism buddy in all the past events, Came for the last two hours. His wife is probably one of the closest friends I have. So she saw what was happening and at the kids table helped me out by putting reflective stickers on the kids, so I knew who had already come by. She knows me well and knew I would crack up at this so it was very helpful!
The event was hard on us all. We shed some tears but knew we had jobs to do. All I can say was it was extremely empty behind me, without him there. But I know he was cheering us on in heaven. [Hebrews 12]
The pastor had to go and prepare the sermon. The event was just starting to get lively the right number of drinks had been had, and we had about 30 minutes left before we were taring down and leaving. So I was out in the crowd alone. And to my shame the people going past me in every direction, shut me down. I couldn't take it, I had to back myself up against the church's brick wall, breath and calm down. The best way I could describe it, is pounding. Pounding in my head, eyes, and heart. The Psalm song came to mind. “My help comes from the Lord who made heaven and earth.” My Help comes from the Lord, not me. Then finally got up the courage to get back out there and handed out the rest of the pack of tracts.
Time to leave and we walked out with our friends who had come for the ending. Got dinner, and went home. I sounded like I had been eating gravel all day from shouting over generators of the food trucks etc. Then I took my shoes off and as soon as I did, it was almost like in a cartoon my heels were swollen out about an inch... and to walk on them made me scream. That was fun... got through church the next day by tip toeing. 3 weeks later my feet were healed. God is good!
Over all it was a great time, many memories made, the Gospel went forth, and issues with me were graciously revealed to me by God. Which I am working on. I praise God for His gracious hand of providence in sending the right people at the right times. Good Lord looks out for yougn's and fools, well I qualify as both so I guess I have double coverage. But in all seriousness thank you so much for praying!
I only tell you all this to realize I am no better than anyone else. I say things like Matthew 28! Onward! Etc. But I am weak and frail, and a sinner in desperate need of God's grace and mercy! And if it were not for our Wonderful Lord I would completely fall apart. He's has given us the Glorious Gospel of Salvation, and it is our pleasure to share it with the world, no matter our limitations, He will help us. We have no excuses. And it is not based on us but on God! He will save His people! He will do it! We are mere messengers! And all glory to God!
Yours in Christ,
Delanie Bee
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 “But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me. For the sake of Christ, then, I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities. For when I am weak, then I am strong.”