After lunch today, I’ll hop into my car (yes, literally hop . . . it amuses the neighbors), and head south. Several hours later, Lord willing, I’ll arrive at a conference center where four Woman’s Missionary Union associations are converging for a retreat. Their theme is Changing Tides, and they’ve asked me to be their keynote speaker.
I haven’t always enjoyed public speaking. There was a time when it petrified me. But then I had an interesting shift in perspective that changed everything. I realized that people who gather at these sorts of events come expecting to meet with God, and God also comes, desiring to meet with those who seek Him. I am simply an available vessel — a clay pot, with stains and scratches and more than a few cracks, far from perfect and even less likely to impress, but that’s exactly what I need to be. She who has been forgiven (and given) much, loves much. She who knows her own emptiness is free to be filled and poured out for others.
So I go, as eager to discover what God will do as anyone else in attendance will be. What a glorious dance, this life! He leads. We follow. And suddenly our feet have wings.
In other “Today” news, I posted a rather confessional piece this morning at All the Church Ladies. If there’s still anyone out there who hasn’t seen past this old pot’s patched up places, here’s your chance to discover one of my many weak spots. Oh, to grace, how great a debtor! Thanks for loving me anyway. (Yes, you love me. God commands you to, so there.)
I’d appreciate your prayers this weekend. For safe travel and a glorious time with the One who rules the changing tides. He is our peace.