I have yet to preach a sermon. I put together a message to encourage the women of the village; this women’s retreat was canceled twice.
So, I have yet to preach a sermon and I am slightly terrified. My plan is to pretend my audience is a class full of village children. Or maybe they are sloths. I can preach to a room full of sloths, I think.
I have been hard on myself but with good reason.
God, I took Your hand and walked down this path with You, but sometimes I try to hide or sit on the ground a bit, tugging Your hand back to stay with me awhile.
But TRULY I want to skip with You and run and dance and spin.
Most days I wish I were more courageous and much stronger.
I do not know why I did not magically become Super Woman when I stepped on foreign soil as a missionary. Missionary Jess.
I think I am having an epiphany as I write. I know I have things to work on and learn; I just realized this very moment that feeling guilty for not having already learned and excelled at them makes absolutely no sense at all.
Okay thank you guys, I just needed to write it out. Or actually THANK YOU GOD, I just needed to listen to You and not me.
