for 6-12 months prior to our arrival on the west side i was praying: “Lord, please help me to be a blessing to our home church.”
it was a simple prayer… but it was the desire of my heart.
one day in october we were asked to be in our church’s CHRISTmas performance.
scoffed at dismissed the idea.
you see, if there is anything 9 years on the east side has confirmed for me, it is this: i am not good at memorizing!
jarod, on the other hand, thought it would be so much fun & signed us up.
every time i’d try to learn my lines i’d get discouraged, overwhelmed, feel defeated. i wanted to be mad at him.
but then something amazing happened. during one of my overwhelming “why did he do this to me? i can’t do this!” moments i had an epiphany…
this. this struggle. this willingness. this humility. this giving. this is how our church perceives we can be a blessing. this… this play… is it!
at that moment i had to silently giggle at the profound, yet simple lesson Dad’s been working so diligently to instill in me all these years – i am God dependent.
and this is just another painful, but oh so sweet reminder!
so after my epiphany, giggle & humble reminder i stopped complaining, i stopped fretting (so much) & i relished the idea that even though i don’t view myself as a gifted speaker or quite understand how serving our church in this way is a blessing to them…
they think otherwise!
& you know what?
it was a blessing to me as well!
truly a worshipful experience, from practice to final “Merry CHRISTmas!”
today & always: blessed to be a blessing!