đ¸ God Nudged Me to Send the Link. I Waited Three Days.
A single mom in Spain. A hospital bed. And the fear that I might be wrong.
From Chula Vista â Just West of Otay Lakes
Hey â Itâs Luis.
You already know what it feels like to almost not do the thing.
The Moment
Every Sunday morning I stand in the same patio thirty minutes before church begins.
More than a hundred leaders and volunteers gather there before the doors open. Pastors. Worship leaders. Directors. Volunteers. Every ministry represented.
A few months ago I signed up to share a five-minute message.
I had no idea what I was going to say.
But God knew.
On Motherâs Day, our pastor shared the story of the woman in Luke 8. Twelve years of bleeding. Every doctor. Every dollar. Nothing worked. Then she pushed through a crowd, touched the edge of Jesusâ robe, and was immediately healed.
Daughter, your faith has made you well. Go in peace.
The moment I heard that story, I thought of Elena.
The Mirror
You have felt this before.
Not necessarily about a video or a scripture.
A phone call you kept putting off.
A conversation you rehearsed but never had.
A moment where something in you said move, and something else said not yet.
And underneath all of it is the same quiet question:
What if the thing I keep not doing is the thing God is asking me to do?
The Tension
Elena, not her real name, was a single mom in her mid-forties.
In the spring of 2023, she joined the second group I led through the 12 steps on Zoom. Women from Spain and Latin America. She had recently hit bottom from alcoholism. When we met, she believed in a higher power, but she did not know Jesus yet.
On May 18, 2023, she called me.
I listened. I prayed. I shared the scripture I heard the day I was saved: Matthew 11:25-28.
That was the day Elena gave her life to Christ.
A few months later, she was in the hospital.
In October 2023, I was home alone watching Season 3, Episode 5 of *The Chosen*. Earlier that year I had recommended the series to the group, so I started it over from the beginning and watched it with them.
The episode tells the story from Luke 8.
The woman with twelve years of bleeding.
I was crying before the scene was over.
Because for the first time, I understood what Elena had been living with.
She had suffered from severe bleeding for years.
Just like the woman in Luke 8.
Immediately, I felt the nudge:
Send her this.
Immediately, the fear followed.
What if Iâm wrong?
What if this gives her false hope?
What if?
I sat on it for three days.
The Whisper
Three days of prayer.
Three days of *what if* running into something quieter and steadier underneath it.
I had been freed from alcoholism.
I had been carried through a divorce I did not choose.
I had received grace I had not earned and could never repay.
And years earlier, a mentor looked me in the eye over coffee and said something I never forgot:
âHe who receives much forgiveness, forgives much.â
I wanted to trust my fear.
Grace was asking me to trust God.
On the third day, I sent the link.
The Fruit
Two weeks later, Elena shared with our group.
For the first time in years, the doctors had found it.
A real diagnosis.
Surgery scheduled.
A path forward where there had only been years of unanswered pain.
Elena completed the steps. She bought her own Life Recovery Bible. And today she is leading other women through the 12 steps and sharing her Jesus story with them.
One nudge.
Three days of fear.
A link sent from Chula Vista to Spain.
Only Jesus writes stories like that.
The Seed
The gift of Jesus does not deliver itself.
Someone has to carry it to the door.
And almost every time, that someone is afraid.
Almost every time, there are three days of *what if* standing between the nudge and the obedience.
What God asks of you in that moment is not certainty.
It is just the next step.
Send the link.
Make the call.
Ask the question.
Stay in the room one minute longer.
Elena is out there.
Your neighbor is out there.
Your coworker is out there.
Donât leave the gift of Jesus in the patio.
The Send-off
Sunday morning I stood in that patio.
A hundred-plus leaders and volunteers around me.
Thirty minutes before the doors opened and the day began.
Months ago, when I signed up to share, I had nothing.
God had Elena.
He knew about October 2023.
He knew about a single mom in Spain watching The Chosen, reading Luke 8, and walking into a doctorâs office with new hope.
He knew about the women she would one day lead through the steps herself.
He knew what was waiting on the other side of three days of fear.
Do you trust Him with whatâs on the other side of yours?
Before you close this: Think of one person who came to mind while you were reading. Donât plan a speech. Just pray for them by name today and ask God if He wants you to move.
What is the seed you have been planting that you havenât seen break ground yet? Reply or leave a comment and tell me. I read every one.
đ¸ Happy Grace,
Luis
P.S. Is there a nudge youâve been sitting on? Whatâs the fear underneath it?