The Lord who made you, who will help you, says: O servant of mine, don’t be afraid. O Jerusalem, my chosen ones, don’t be afraid. Isaiah 44:2 TLB
I wonder how many people are like me?
I live in this weird parallel universe of making myself do what I need to do, while at the same time feeling totally incapable of doing it.
Holdovers from childhood
I remember the first time dad stood me on a kitchen chair in front of the washing machine. I was seven years old. He began explaining what all the dials meant and how to use them. Terrified of letting him down, I struggled to comprehend all that he was telling me. How would I remember all these directions?
Most of my life has held moments and experiences that felt just like that day standing on that chair.
- My first time sitting behind the wheel of a car.
- My first apartment in a large city where I knew almost no one.
- My first job interview in that city interviewing for a job I had zero experience doing.
Does life do that to each of us? Thrust us into situations we have zero talent, or ability, or training for?
Then, we have to “step up” and somehow, or some way, pull the rabbit from the hat?
Yeah—I think so.
And that is definitely me, and the assignment to “Hostess”—anything.
I have no natural gift or feeling of ease in social functions.
ZERO.
I ask you then, “Whatever possessed me to sign up to hostess at my church’s premier women’s social event: Hats Off To Hospitality?”
And, at the last, possible, minute?
Total insanity!
I’m standing there in front of the sign-up sheet, looking at all the “taken tables.” Only the least desirable spots in the room are still available.
“Just choose one.” I think.
(Yeah, sure.)
So I take number eleven, way off to the right, next to the wall and the doors to the kitchen.
Talk about the worst possible spot!
(I mentally picture bending to fill someone’s glass, just as a busboy boots me in my you-know-what, with one of those swinging doors!)
Now, what?
Well, I’m supposed to come up with a table theme. So I think of the book I’m currently reading, Jim McGuiggan’s, “The God of the Towel” and I think, “Yeah, maybe I could do something with that?”
I make lists for everything, so of course, I started making my list.
I thought I knew just what to buy; just what I was going to create. I smile remembering because God was about to tweak my plan with a few ideas of His own. He was about to take my moment of temporary insanity and pull off something, well let’s just say, I was about to learn that being a social doofus is a REAL KINGDOM ASSET to God’s way of doing things.
In my greatest fumbling weakness?
He was about to work His quiet little miracles!
Women With Destiny 