Back in the saddle again...

Dang it. I was being so good about going to the gym. And then I wasn't. I skipped all of last week, and the first part of this week.

Today, I am at the gym. And I am wearing two different shoes, which I didn't notice until I put them on at work. And I decided that stopping home is too risky, that I will likely see my TV and the couch, and decide that staying home sounds so much more COZY, and I will abandon my gym plans. So I am risking fashion humiliation by wearing two different running shoes to the gym. Fortunately, my taste in running shoes doesn't change, so both pairs are white with blue outlines. Boring, but useful in this particular situation.

Here's what's been happening with me--I've been super-stressed out about a ministry decision that is upcoming in the next month. Here's what happened in the meantime--I was directing a Parable (short sketch for the church service), where one of the actors dropped out the Tuesday prior to the Sunday performance (for a legitimate reason). We had one more actor in mind, and it turned out she read the script, started to cry about its contents (about evangelism), and agreed to take on a monster script totally last minute (rehearsal was that night).

The two girls taking on the script were champions. But I have to tell you, God did amazing things with that one little script. He took it and ROCKED it! And allowed the last-minute actor to witness to a friend of hers just by being on stage. There was a moment backstage when it was done, with the three of us, that I will never, ever forget. We had seen God at work, and we were emotionally overcome. I was so proud of them. And so struck by one thing. That God will achieve His purposes no matter how much we try to mess them up, or don't believe they will happen.

No matter how this ministry thing blows through, God has His hand on the outcome. I needed to see that He was listening, that He saw and worked in even this small script to make big things happen. How much, then, should I trust Him to work in other ministries that I am involved in? And in the rest of my life?

Sometimes, when it counts, I am speechless. Sunday was one of those days. Remembering it today is another.