So… This has been an odd few months for me. It seems everywhere I go I have more favor and opportunities than I know what to do with. This makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable.
Heidi? Shut. Up.
Well, I thought I’d say it first.
And I’m learning to be very, very careful. NOT to say, ” Whoop, there it is!” every stinkin’ time I have another chance to do something groovy.
Frankly, it’s been overwhelming as I’ve never, ever been the cool kid and, well, these new folks seem to think I am just that.
Boy, aren’t they in for a rude awakening.
These past few months I’ve been studying in the book of Acts and one particular commentary made this statement, …”this time of peace” referring to the early days of the church, “was a time of preparation”.
I read it, underlined it in pink and then settled back into my wooden chair at Angelina’s Cafe, sipped my coffee, watched my tomato bisque steam and pondered the last 2 1/2 years.
Definitely a time of peace. Of stillness and quiet. Relatively speaking. Between school, boys, our business and the business of living? Quite a bit busier than many would consider “stillness”. But truly a time of peace.
Until this past fall when it seems that doors I’m not even knocking on are opening and the Lord is kindly and gently prodding me out of my cozy front room with it’s wood paneling, brick fireplace and big bay window.
I need wisdom, friends.
Wisdom to discern the difference between the godly opportunity and the good opportunity. The passion and the project. The vision and the vanity. The calling from the commitment.
These are interesting times indeed.