Several weeks ago I was on my way home from town. It was late afternoon and a rare moment of solitude; I had no children with me and the radio was blasting to my favorite playlist. I live a good 30-45 minutes from anywhere and the road I travel is long and straight and boring. Trees, swampy ditches, and pasture land surround this road and you feel like you're 1000 miles from no where ALL THE TIME. There were a few cars going the opposite direction. And only a couple of cars were in front and behind me far, far ahead. Boring ride. I was a good 15 minutes from home when I saw the truck in front of me cross the middle line, cross the on coming traffic lane and plummet into the ditch and tree line on the side of the road. No tap of the brakes. No screeching tires. No animals in the road to avoid. He just dived into the woods. I saw another truck pull over followed by a car. By the time I got there they were making their way into the ditch and muck to check on the driver while another person attempted to call emergency numbers in area with little to no cellular service.
I made my way to the open passenger side door through a mixture of mud, drywall, and paint from his attached work trailer. My heart broke—This man was grown, but still somebody's baby and I knew that somewhere a mama would be crying herself to sleep for months to come. I stood as close as I could and watched through tears as he took his last breaths. I whispered to him, praying for his body and soul as He crossed between two eternities, reminded that time is increasingly short.
Emergency services came, I offered what help I could and left the scene numb and heart broken. God didn't soothe my heart either. He pointed out the rough and raw aspects of what I had just witnessed. People are daily crossing the threshold of death and life with little to no warning . . . this includes you and me friends. Our impact on their lives is an overwhelming responsibility. We need to carry His love and message of hope with urgency to every encounter as if every encounter is the last.
My prayer since that night has been for my heart to Awaken and for Christ to awaken in me.
God, Awaken in us. Awaken our souls and our heart beats! Awaken our urgency to reach those whose hearts are aching and lonely. Awaken in us joy to share with those who are celebrating! Awaken in us desire, hunger, and thirst for righteousness! Awaken in us a great revival that would overflow into our homes, our relationships, our churches, neighborhoods, and beyond so that Your people, called by Your Great Name, will fall to our knees experiencing a healing and hope by a God who stops at nothing- not even death- to apprehend His sons and daughters. Awaken us to You!
Break our hearts. Soften our words and actions as we see others the way that YOU see them. Give us a boldness to be who you have created us to be while carrying the light of your love to people who don't even know that they are dying. Break our hearts for the angry and bitter. Break our hearts for the lonely and unlovely. Break our hearts for the things that break Yours so that our brokenness leads us to you.
Break our hearts.
Awaken us to You.
This is my prayer to my God—My untamed, unfathomable, indescribable Creator who has promised eternal life to those who believe. But only to those who believe-—so, where's our urgency? Are you ready to Awaken?
This is why it is said: “Wake up, sleeper, rise from the dead,
and Christ will shine on you.”15 Be very careful, then, how you live—not as unwise but as wise, 16 making the most of every opportunity, because the days are evil. 17 Therefore do not be foolish, but understand what the Lord’s will is. (Ephesians 5:14-17)
Amanda Williams is a forty-year old wife and mother of two who can still swing her pony tail and display just a tad of sass. She is also a Jesus loving girl who realizes she is nothing without the One who saved her. Amanda has two degrees specializing in serving students with special needs and is currently working in the field of Leadership Development. She is a Christian author, speaker, blogger, and publisher who loves serving beside her husband at her local place of worship, First Baptist Church of Ocala.