Dreaming with A Broken Heart

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These are my thoughts in a long strand. My mind has really been on a friend that I used to work with that told me today that they became a believer and then invited me to their baptism. I met this person 3 years ago and spent some time training them and then didn't work with them for awhile. I transfered stores when I moved and ended up working with them again. I've been praying for this person for a long time and ending up learning a lot from. I learned more about respecting people and just another person's view on life. I also learned quite a bit about what long term witnessing looks like. I learned that everytime you talk the whole entire gospel schpeel doesn't have to be said. I learned about listening to their hurts and desires and why it was they didn't believe the gospel. They spoke of times believers had hurt them and how they had trouble with certain parts of the gospel. I tried my best to explain things and just listen. I felt so useless, like I could never explain my beliefs or really the grace I have experienced. I learned I couldn't explain verbally a heart change. I ended up respecting this person more than a lot of believers in my life. They are very real. When they walked in this morning and said "Hey, the guys will think I'm crazy and just being a church freak but it saved my life and I want you to come to my baptism because you have been a big impact in my life," I was shocked and teared up. That was the last thing I expected from them but it was the coolest thing I've ever heard. There have been people I worked with that I prayed for for years and never saw a heart change, but this one shows me that patience and prayer are worth it. Something I've always believed is that even just God using me to point one person in the direction of the cross makes my life worth it. How cool is that that God uses broken people to lead others to Him? I saw a song title by an artist I really don't care for but I loved the name. It was called dreaming with a broken heart. I feel like I do that when I am broken but can't wait to see God work despite that. I'm there now. I'm humbled and amazed and thankful that my God used me even in the slightest way. Above all I'm thankful for a very good friend coming to Christ.