Why not? Happenings at the gym

”I don’t feel well Honey… I think I need to exercise.” All day I had been working by the computer, around 10 hours. At 21:30 I decide to go to the gym for a quick lift. Both I and my wife were a bit shocked as I said these words: “I think I’ll run to the gym instead of taking the car”.

It was foggy, quiet and about 16 degrees Celsius outside in the small village called Gnarp. As I’m running, I had this dialogue in my head, questioning why I’ve never really spread the love of God to people at the gym. Then I remembered that mostly when I went to work out, I was either working (as a personal trainer) or frustrated/irritated and in desperate need of punching the bag in the gym.

But today was a different day. Around 50 meters to the gym I get this sudden love for running and decide to just run a big lap around the village and head on home instead of going to the gym. After all, I was not supposed to lift weights this late (it gets me tensed and I’ll bite my teeth off at night).

So I agree in my head and I’m about to cross the street when a voice interrupts me and says: “Go to the gym.” I hesitate and begin to question the thought/voice. But then I thought that it’s better to try the voice of God, I mean, why not? What could I lose?

I went to the bench press and warmed up as I simultaneously asked God what was going on.

I decide that today will be a day where I will share the love of God to someone in the gym. I quickly hear my own thoughts “If there is a blonde girl in the gym, I need to tell her that Jesus loves her”.

I investigate the possibilities of this scenario being true.

It’s very late on a Friday night. There’s only 1 car parked in front of the gym and big (I mean big shoes) at the door. As I walk downstairs I hear loud rock/metal music playing from the inner most part of the Gym. Come one… Even I get a bit scared sometimes when I’m alone in that gym.

So I concluded that the voice I had heard was just some silly thoughts because the circumstances all pointed towards that there would be a big sweaty man working out.

I didn’t mean to startle her, but she jumped a bit. In my spirit I jumped as well. She didn’t expect anyone to come that late. My eyes went straight to her hair. This was the moment of truth. What the…? Half her head was brunette and the other half blonde…

God is constantly looking for ways to tell His people how much he loves them.

Ah come on… Now I was really confused.

“Would you consider yourself to be a blonde?!”

“Eh… Maybe… no? She responded with an even more confused look.

I went to the bench press and warmed up as I simultaneously asked God what was going on.

Then I hear God tell me that this was the woman and she needs to hear the full story.

So I stopped warming up and began telling her the reason why I asked about her hair colour. She started laughing and I kept repeating that Jesus loves her. She left about 4 minutes after that. I was puzzled and very happy because someone was reminded that Jesus loves them. Or maybe she had never heard that before? I don’t know.

But God is constantly looking for ways to tell His people how much he loves them.

I’m praying that I’ll never hesitate again, even on my bad days. Especially on my bad days.

Will you join me in this prayer?

Why not? Happenings at the gym

”I don’t feel well Honey… I think I need to exercise.” All day I had been working by the computer, around 10 hours. At 21:30 I decide to go to the gym for a quick lift. Both I and my wife were a bit shocked as I said these words: “I think I’ll run to the gym instead of taking the car”.

It was foggy, quiet and about 16 degrees Celsius outside in the small village called Gnarp. As I’m running, I had this dialogue in my head, questioning why I’ve never really spread the love of God to people at the gym. Then I remembered that mostly when I went to work out, I was either working (as a personal trainer) or frustrated/irritated and in desperate need of punching the bag in the gym.

But today was a different day. Around 50 meters to the gym I get this sudden love for running and decide to just run a big lap around the village and head on home instead of going to the gym. After all, I was not supposed to lift weights this late (it gets me tensed and I’ll bite my teeth off at night).

So I agree in my head and I’m about to cross the street when a voice interrupts me and says: “Go to the gym.” I hesitate and begin to question the thought/voice. But then I thought that it’s better to try the voice of God, I mean, why not? What could I lose?

I went to the bench press and warmed up as I simultaneously asked God what was going on.

I decide that today will be a day where I will share the love of God to someone in the gym. I quickly hear my own thoughts “If there is a blonde girl in the gym, I need to tell her that Jesus loves her”.

I investigate the possibilities of this scenario being true.

It’s very late on a Friday night. There’s only 1 car parked in front of the gym and big (I mean big shoes) at the door. As I walk downstairs I hear loud rock/metal music playing from the inner most part of the Gym. Come one… Even I get a bit scared sometimes when I’m alone in that gym.

So I concluded that the voice I had heard was just some silly thoughts because the circumstances all pointed towards that there would be a big sweaty man working out.

I didn’t mean to startle her, but she jumped a bit. In my spirit I jumped as well. She didn’t expect anyone to come that late. My eyes went straight to her hair. This was the moment of truth. What the…? Half her head was brunette and the other half blonde…

God is constantly looking for ways to tell His people how much he loves them.

Ah come on… Now I was really confused.

“Would you consider yourself to be a blonde?!”

“Eh… Maybe… no? She responded with an even more confused look.

I went to the bench press and warmed up as I simultaneously asked God what was going on.

Then I hear God tell me that this was the woman and she needs to hear the full story.

So I stopped warming up and began telling her the reason why I asked about her hair colour. She started laughing and I kept repeating that Jesus loves her. She left about 4 minutes after that. I was puzzled and very happy because someone was reminded that Jesus loves them. Or maybe she had never heard that before? I don’t know.

But God is constantly looking for ways to tell His people how much he loves them.

I’m praying that I’ll never hesitate again, even on my bad days. Especially on my bad days.

Will you join me in this prayer?

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