About last night! What a wonderful experience it is to find women helping other women and sharing their time and talents with them! For so many reasons our culture tells us that a “me first, it’s all about me” attitude is the way to get what you want out of life. But it’s not. Not even close. That’s not what God intended for our lives and it’s not even a path to happiness.
This morning I woke up grumpy. The responsibilities and lack of sleep from the days, weeks and months past caught up with me. So here’s a glimpse into the night before. I stayed up crafting a Mardi Gras float for my 4 year old to take to school. In New Orleans this is a thing for the kids. You grab an old shoe box from the closet, construction paper, glitter and anything else you can find and go to work creating and decorating a shoebox float.
I can be a bit of an intellectual at times. I say that right now with neither pride nor disdain but I can tell you that I’ve felt the sway of both towards my need to intellectualize. I’m not saying being smart and seeking knowledge is not good. It is! In fact, we are here on a quest to gain knowledge, but if that quest is simply accumulation of knowledge it becomes hollow and unfulfilling.
God has a way of working life out in ways that you cannot possibly see. You just have to trust and let go. And don’t forget to GO, and by that I mean move! Trust God and go with Him on the road where He leads you. When you commit to God, don’t look back. Stay with Him talking to him in prayer and listening to Him in quiet time alone. Then respond. Be obedient to do what God says and be ready to go where He leads you.
When I was a kid I was painfully shy. Painfully aware of judging eyes, ears. I was painfully aware of the unforgiving “stage” that life can be and I was never quite ready for the curtain to open – never ready to step out on stage and risk the pain of being judged by others. I hid behind the curtain, waiting in the wings for that moment I felt safe. Those safe moments hardly happened and whenever I did step out I found myself often feeling vulnerable and judged, then feeling ashamed of my own feelings. That little girl, then teenager, then adult was trapped. I was a prisoner. I wasn’t free. I wasn’t living and until I learned the...