way back in august, i was asked if i would consider listing my name as the substitute for our sunday school class.
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.