The issue of pointed concern to Chelsea, though, was grace. Often we would spend time after the devotional broke up discussing how God's sanctifying work is a process, not an event, and that a healthy Christian often feels more sinful as she grows closer to God's holiness. Still, the burden of her sin was heavy around her neck, so that Chelsea could truly cry aloud with the Apostle Paul, "What a wretched (wo)man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death?"
One day, after a particuarly long discussion, Chelsea looked at me and said, "You know, you're probably one of the three most important people in my spiritual life right now." Flabbergasted, I blurted out the first thing that came to my mind: "Well, I hope you find some better people."
This probably wasn't the most appropriate response, but it certainly reflected my surprise. After all, Chelsea's tour in the desert lasted only 4 months, which seemed hardly enough time to generate this kind of spiritual connection (especially considering that male-female prudence demanded we avoid any kind of real one-on-one alone time). My gut reaction was self-consciousness, and a concern that my words of "wisdom" were, in fact, wise.
I suppose this brings me back to my "Daisy" story from last October. All God asks from us is faithfulness in using the talents He's given us. It's not our extraordinary skill that that changes lives, but God's Spirit working through our faithful service and the gifts He's given us ... to the praise of His glory.