The important work.

 This morning at church, I watched a blind man named Johnny stand up from his regular seat in the third-row pew and walk, hands outstretched, until he reached the altar. He knelt there and bowed his head. The preacher hadn't even finished his invitation to the congregation to come. He was still praying when Johnny stood up and determinedly made his way to meet with God.

 

 

 Johnny's willingness to (literally) take a step of faith struck me strong. There is so much going on in life right now that I often find myself frozen, observing only and overwhelmed with choices and paths and possibilities.

 

Instead of taking one step of faith, I stand still contemplating which step. How? Why? How long? Then what after that? Who else and what if and and and...

 

I love Sunday mornings because of what God reveals to me. He gives me great perspective, and things that nag and worry during the week melt away into the bright faces of those that we minister to, into the sweet presence of the Spirit who turns right side up what is upside down and blows away the pieces of the eraser I've been rubbing with madly since last I looked up.

 

 

 We spent this past weekend in the Hill Country where Ellie and Gray were in a wedding that Landon officiated. The couple is a part of our leadership team with Chi Alpha, and it was an honor. Even so, I was one harried mama. Believe it or not, my 5- and nearly-4-year-old are not perfectly obedient all the time. Most of the time, I'm understanding of that. When someone's wedding day is involved, I become a bit stressed. Stand still. Stop talking. Quit crying. DOYOUWANTASPANKING?

Sunday morning, as Johnny took blind steps toward the altar, the craziness of the weekend gathered in scrap piles at my feet. Bre and Kaleb's faces flashed through my mind behind hot tears in squeezed-shut eyes. I joined Johnny at the front of the sanctuary, and I thanked God for allowing me -- sightless and stumbling -- to do this most precious, important work. This is what it's all about.