way back in august, i was asked if i would consider listing my name as the substitute for our sunday school class.
i agreed.
after all, our sunday school teacher is rarely out of town on the weekends. and the class is always packed because he is such a wonderful teacher.
i figured it was just a formality. in the event, something happened and they needed someone to bring order to our rowdy, social bunch.
last week, our teacher posted a message in our facebook group seeking volunteers to lead the class.
i avoided it like the plague.
the more i avoided it, the sicker i felt.
friday night, my husband said, 'hey, aren't you supposed to be the sub?'
my notion of letting it 'slip my mind' wasn't going to pan out the way i had planned.
even though it had eaten at me all week, i tried to ignore the nudges. the gentle whispers to my spirit.
so with shaky fingers and a trembling heart, i responded to the request.
and on sunday morning, still reluctant and anxious, i made one more step into His will for my life.
the running will always lead to no where. it will always leave you with sweaty hands and a trembling heart. ask me how i know.
the moment you stop trying to outrun His call, is the moment you experience His peace. a peace that surpasses all understanding.
i am going to keep putting one foot in front of the other. taking one step at time. with each step, moving closer to His calling for my life.
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