It's Not About Us: Step 2

More sit downs.
More time on the phone.
Sometimes the long version.
Sometimes the short.
Always good.
Always well accepted.
More excitement!
They're getting it!
They're seeing the need and supporting a solution.
The Mr. and I sit down and talk it out.
We have fears... uncertainties... We've never been down this road before.
We decide that just because it seems hard and that it may be uncomfortable doesn't mean we shouldn't press on.
I ask myself "Why has He given this to me? "
He knows why and I know Him so one foot slips into place in front of the other.
My hands are shaky, my shortcomings are countless, my voice may not carry, it may not be the success I envision but He says "Go." and so I go.
They've begun to ask questions. Often the same ones.
They're looking in my direction for answers and I look behind me to see the one they're asking to. There's no one there.
This is strange. It can't be right. I've never led like this.
My help comes from the Lord and already He is answering the requests that I didn't know to pray.
Like an expectant mother, a position with which I am well acquainted, I wait.
I known the parts are forming and multiplying beneath the surface.
Details I will never know of begin to fall into place.
This...
This is going to be good!

It's Not About Us: Step 1

Years have passed.
I have been brushing away the nuisance of the action I have felt called to.
"It's too big, God."
"I'm a woman."
"They'll never come."
"They've said no to my requests before."
Granted, previous attempts were feeble.
My faith was small.
Really, who cares about my ideas anyway?
How can I expect them to be on board when I don't even know if this is from God?
If an idea is good does it make it Godly?
This isn't like choosing to paint my kitchen orange or put the Christmas tree in the opposite corner this year...
This is going before hundreds, maybe thousands, with opinions, judgments, wealth, education, pride.
I am asking them to lay all that aside and unite with the unknown.
This is asking a lot.
So I called upon some friends.
Some rather conveniently positioned friends with convenient titles and contacts.
Friends with whom I have particularly long histories dating back to tree forts and best friend charms.
The reception was warm and igniting.
There is an easy understanding of the difficult task ahead. The voices in my head tell me that the picture must be perfect... the answers must be certain and specific... the terms must be agreeable...
How?!
Frustration swells.
I am not selling magazine subscriptions here!
I am suggesting linking arm and arm with others...
Storming the very gates of hell before they take up permanent residence here.
Holding tight to the promise that "If [we, HIS] people, who are called by [HIS] name will humble [ourselves]... pray...turn from [our] wicked ways... seek [HIS] face... then [HE] will hear from heaven...forgive [our] sin... heal [our] land." 2 Chron 7:14.
That's right.
We should go to the heart of the problem and inject a bit of Jesus.
If the rocks will cry out, so will the brick and morter, the pavement and steel.
But it all begins with going back to where we first went wrong...
Can we do that?
Somewhere along the way we stumbled and found comfort down with the gravel.
Somewhere along the way we decided that our comfort was more important than honoring the Creator.
What, but God, will motivated the hearts of men to stand again, hand-in-hand, put our pride to death, and call upon the name of the Lord in one voice, then patiently wait for His reply.
Will they come?
Will they join in?

I guess we're about to find out.

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