The mama we had a baby shower for yesterday told us she didn't know if her baby's father believed in God or not. He never really mentioned God, she told us.
"Then he probably doesn't," I assured her. "The things we love, we talk about."
We spent four hours with this mama, and our lunch out with her was spent talking about God. Sheryl Chandler of Truth and Mercy Pro-Life Ministry bombarded the mom with piles and piles of gifts for her unborn baby. Since I was the counselor who first met this mom at the abortion center and encouraged her to choose life, I had the joy of attending the baby shower. As always, our goal during the shower and lunch was to point the mama to Jesus.
I love talking about God. I don't really talk about much else, in fact. I know what a hopeless sinner I am, but I also know that Jesus rescued me from the terrible penalty of my sin. I can't stop talking about Him because I am so grateful, so overwhelmed with the life He has given me.
What do you talk about?
Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.