It
took me a few years to believe my family still loved me. Through them and friends,
I felt God’s love for me. As I slowly healed, I regained function in my arms. I
learned to write and type with an adaptive splint on my right wrist. It was a
slow and tedious process.
I attempted
to lead small groups in the churches we pastored and each time I failed. I took
a Basic Lay Speaking class. Everyone took notes and gave their talks. I
thought, “What am I doing here? I can’t write fast let alone take notes,” and “I
can’t talk and breathe well.”
I
typed my testimony and handed a copy to every person who listened to my verbal telling
of Jesus in my life. When I left a store, restaurant, or anywhere else without
sharing my Jesus my heart was broken.
In
one small group, we were discussing bringing the lost to Christ. I despondently
said,
“I’ve never lead anyone to Christ.”
A
friend responded, “Oh, but Berta you plant seeds. When you get to heaven, you
will see many people who came to Christ through the words you shared.
“What
then is Apollos? What is Paul? Servants through whom you came to believe, as
the Lord assigned to each. I planted, Apollos watered, but God gave the growth What then is Apollos? What is Paul? Servants through whom you came
to believe, as the Lord assigned to each. I planted,
Apollos watered, but God gave the growth” (1 Corinthians 3:5-6 NIV).
In Christ,
Berta
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