I don’t know where to begin in trying to describe this weekend.
I think my favorite part of my 9-5 is our Saturday training sessions with the dentists. I love being in a classroom environment. I love learning. I love being around people who are ambitious and who want to make themselves and ultimately the lives of others (their patients in this case) better. I love that God has allowed me to be a part of this, and that He uses me to allow our training to run. Sure–on Friday afternoon as I was carrying stacks of papers through August-like humidity, I wasn’t the happiest person in the world. But the end result…I love it.
Saturday night was great–dreaming, organizing. I love to cast vision…I love to dream big dreams with friends. What excites me is that the dreams that we discussed may just come true one day.
Sunday. Where to begin? Tropical Storm Barry held off his hand until 3PMish…which was a blessing. I have to brag on my church. I spent a couple of hours trying to put people into places where they could serve. Honestly, walking in, we had a lot of people and a lot of places to serve. But God opened the door for nearly everyone…all 45 of us…to be free. I had a group of ladies handing out food to the elderly. I had a group of gentlemen “monitoring” a fishing contest. I had a couple of people hanging out with kids on those big, bouncy things. But then…I had an army of people being the church. Popcorn was popped and walked around the picnic. We didn’t wait for people to come to us. We went to the people. We gave out loads of popcorn. Our popcorn poppers were covered in that yellow film…if you’ve ever worked a popcorn machine, you know what I’m talking about. Nearly everyone had a smile on their face. We ate. We kibbitzed. We had a blast.
I have to admit to you. At about 11AM, I was freaking out, thinking about everything that had to be done. At 11:45 I was wondering who killed chivarly as I walked past groups of men loitering as Colleen and I carried the popcorn maker to it’s home for a few hours. But by 12:30PM, I was amazed by the people that God has placed in this church in this community. And I was humbled that He allowed me to be a part of this thing.
I learned much about myself this weekend. I pushed myself physically to the limits. I think I pushed myself spiritually to the limits. But I know more of who I am today than I did yesterday. I have my glitches, but all in all, I am beginning to see the woman that God has told me I am for the past 24 years. I am beginning to believe, with His help, that all things are truly possible.
I could write so much more. But I won’t. I think that this week I will combine the fruit of the Spirit stuff God started with lessons from this weekend.
And…go make someone’s day. Be the man or woman that God created you to be. Nothing more and nothing less.