Hot Fudge Cake and the Gospel (Part 1 of 3)

For me, it was really just about the hot fudge cake. After sitting through classes all afternoon and studying in the library well into the evening, my brain was tired. I slumped in the booth at my favorite diner, finishing my pasta bowl while dreaming of a hard-earned hot fudge cake topped with a scoop of vanilla, when all of a sudden God started interrupting my thoughts.

“God, You want me to witness to my waiter? That can’t be right. He’s a teenage boy; how could he possibly relate to anything I would say? And the other customers—dare I be so rude to tie up too much of his time and risk getting him in trouble with his manager?” Of course, there was also the little matter of having absolutely nothing intelligent to say. But God kept pressing.

I made an agreement with God. Since I had no idea how to start this conversation, I acknowledged God could put His words into my mouth (Jer. 1:9). “God, when the waiter comes back, I’m going to open my mouth, and whatever comes out has to come from You.” Then I waited and prayed. And nibbled on hot fudge cake.

Author and speaker Kimberly Sowell calls women to live beyond themselves and surrender their lives fully to Christ.

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