Steve and I are suckers. Well, okay, maybe me just a little bit more than him, but it is hard for us to say the word “no”, especially when it comes to church and especially when it comes to one music minister in particular who shall remain nameless. Yesterday, my big ol’ mouth formed the word yes when I was asked to direct the Christmas Drama for church. No sooner had I uttered the “Y” word when that nasty, stinkin’ Satan started throwing a hissy fit in my brain. The nerve of that devil, after a wonderful sermon on pride and all. Well, he got me, but only for an afternoon.
You see, for the past two months, Steve and I have been praying for a ministry to get involved in. We had been very heavily involved with leading little people in worship for the past 8 years, and felt God tugging at our hearts to head back to “Big Church” and serve there. Now, in our hearts and minds, that included things like delivering flowers to shut-ins and preparing communion elements. Heck, we weren’t about to become pew potatoes and just sit there. We were ready to serve. Quietly…Behind the scenes…Preferably once a month. The even ones would fit nicely with our schedule. HA! That is not quite what God has had in mind. Oh no, uh-uh. Since we have left little people worship (I use that term with the utmost respect. It is the hardest ((they smell fear))and most rewarding ((their rib-crushing hugs are the best!)) job you’ll ever have.), God has called me to serve in VBS, be a lay director for a Chrysalis Flight, and totally change jobs from serving 52 fourth graders a year to serving 527 pre-k through 5th graders each week, and now this. Steve has been serving right by my side every single minute. When you ask one of us, you are going to get both of us and more than likely, our off-spring, too. Sort of like a buy 1, get 3 free kind of deal we have going on here.
Anyway, I digress. Serving quietly behind the scenes, my foot. And that my 4 blog-followers, is where Satan got me. He got me good. That rotten, slitherin’ snake can drive you to forget your Sunday School words, I tell you what. But after the “what in the blankety-blank were you thinking?” and “who are you freakin’ kidding”… moments passed, I was okay. God wants us to serve Him with a glad heart. I’m glad I said yes. I’m glad I live in a country where I am free to serve. I’m glad that I have a husband who will gladly serve right along side of me. No, I might not be the most gifted and talented director on the block, and I really hope that people don’t slap their hand to their foreheads bemoaning the fact they could have had a V-8 by the time it’s all said and done. But I have been given an opportunity to serve with my husband and partner in crime. And I am glad that I didn’t just say yes to the music minister, but Okie Dokie to God.
You see, for the past two months, Steve and I have been praying for a ministry to get involved in. We had been very heavily involved with leading little people in worship for the past 8 years, and felt God tugging at our hearts to head back to “Big Church” and serve there. Now, in our hearts and minds, that included things like delivering flowers to shut-ins and preparing communion elements. Heck, we weren’t about to become pew potatoes and just sit there. We were ready to serve. Quietly…Behind the scenes…Preferably once a month. The even ones would fit nicely with our schedule. HA! That is not quite what God has had in mind. Oh no, uh-uh. Since we have left little people worship (I use that term with the utmost respect. It is the hardest ((they smell fear))and most rewarding ((their rib-crushing hugs are the best!)) job you’ll ever have.), God has called me to serve in VBS, be a lay director for a Chrysalis Flight, and totally change jobs from serving 52 fourth graders a year to serving 527 pre-k through 5th graders each week, and now this. Steve has been serving right by my side every single minute. When you ask one of us, you are going to get both of us and more than likely, our off-spring, too. Sort of like a buy 1, get 3 free kind of deal we have going on here.
Anyway, I digress. Serving quietly behind the scenes, my foot. And that my 4 blog-followers, is where Satan got me. He got me good. That rotten, slitherin’ snake can drive you to forget your Sunday School words, I tell you what. But after the “what in the blankety-blank were you thinking?” and “who are you freakin’ kidding”… moments passed, I was okay. God wants us to serve Him with a glad heart. I’m glad I said yes. I’m glad I live in a country where I am free to serve. I’m glad that I have a husband who will gladly serve right along side of me. No, I might not be the most gifted and talented director on the block, and I really hope that people don’t slap their hand to their foreheads bemoaning the fact they could have had a V-8 by the time it’s all said and done. But I have been given an opportunity to serve with my husband and partner in crime. And I am glad that I didn’t just say yes to the music minister, but Okie Dokie to God.
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