6 jobs were possible.
2 jobs were left.
Our Unsung Hero campaign requires each of us to be assigned positions for the month to make sure all bases are covered.
Each team member felt a distinct pulling to a particular area…but I didn't. I was only excited to tell the stories of the people we may encounter, but that wasn't an option…turns out you can't just make up something you'd like to do.
So we were left with:
1.Social Media/Videographer-in charge of all social media and creating a video
2. Ministry Outreach Person-the "face", follow-up with contacts, should be a person that is personable and not afraid of making cold calls.
I spoke up, "I CANNOT be the social media person…I just learned what a hash tag was…it would be a disaster…it's one thing to leave your comfort zone for the unknown…it's another to leave it and dive into a black hole that you plainly see…"
So, there it was. Ministry Outreach person.
After the dust settled a little, and back in that big beautiful tent I'm sleeping in, the following thoughts began to flood in:
But I mumble. But people can't hear my voice. But my face can look mean. Sometimes I'm not friendly.
At first, I labeled them as lies…because I live in a culture where that's what we do. We want to speak life over ourselves, and sometimes that's accurate, but this time…this time it was different.
Truth be told, those thoughts were not entirely untrue.
I DO mumble sometimes. (Discernible by fellow mumblers in the world)
Some people DO struggle to hear my voice. (Even though I feel like I'm yelling nearly always)
My face CAN fall unpleasantly.
And I HAVE been unfriendly…
But I don't have to be hindered by those those things…
I CAN practice enunciating and speaking louder than I ever imagined would be necessary…because if I don't, then I'll stop speaking the words He has for me.
I CAN practice holding my face differently…instead of letting it do whatever it wants.
I CAN practice loving people…and practice greeting them as the brother and sister they are.
I can BECAUSE my Father is guiding me. I can because His grace and love will cover over the areas that I fall short.
You know…they really were never lies at all.
They've been excuses.
They're weaknesses.
I don't want to live in fear of my weaknesses.
If I fear them, I won't try to operate in them. I'll even avoid things that might expose them.
Yet THAT is where I'm told He is STRONG.
I'm running from or avoiding situations where His strength in me would abound.
Seems like I'm getting worn out for the wrong reasons.
I've been asking Him what things I'm to leave behind (See previous blogs)
And I feel like He is telling me:
Your Excuses
After penning those words, I opened up my bible to where I'd left off from the day before, and halfway through the chapter was this:
"So I went with Him, and when we were climbing the rocky steps up the hillside, my beloved Shepherd said to me, 'O my dove, while you're here in the seclusion of the clefts in the solid rock, in the sheltered and secret place of the cliff, let Me see your face, let Me hear your voice; for your voice is sweet and your face is lovely…" Song of Solomon 2: 14
Isn't He good?
