To be honest when she approached me I wasn’t exactly sure what she was thinking asking me. At the time I had enough going on with family that I really didn’t think much more about it.
Fast forward a few months. Summer begins. And well……God started changing my heart about it.
Could I really do this? Could God really use little me to begin this here in our small town? I have no experience in beginning a program like this. I have never liked being in charge of anything. (Okay there is that exception of bossing my sister around when we were young.)
I really wasn’t sure. But again and again this need kept coming to my mind.
And then this verse:
“For if you remain silent at this time, relief and deliverance for the Jews will arise from another place……………And who knows but that you have come to royal position for such a time as this?” – Esther 4:14.
Maybe. Just maybe.
So I began. Ever so slowly I began. Researching. Contacting a program like this in the Birmingham area. Speaking with the principle and superintendent. Asking a friend with more experience in volunteer work to help me. Prayerfully approaching my Sunday school class to ask them to consider taking it on as a mission project.
I’m a turtle when it comes to beginning projects without a real deadline.
So here I am. I will be introducing the program next week to the teachers at the school where we plan to begin. Making contacts to get donations. Waiting to see how many children will need this. And I’m sure many other things I have no idea about yet.
It’s all a bit overwhelming really, but here I am. Wondering where this part of my journey will take me. And with prayerful steps…..I jump.
What about you? Have you had to say a prayer and take that jump?