I held the door

So last Wednesday-Friday our church held a community sports camp and tournament for kindergarten - 12th graders. It is our little twist on VBS. The kids play a lot, but there is a always an evangelistic devotion given while they eat.

Thursday was just one of those days for me. I was frustrated that my ability to serve without condition no longer exists. I have children to consider - meaning childcare, meals, bedtime since the camp ran from 4:30 p.m. - 8:00 p.m. I was frustrated for a myriad of other reasons as well and found myself very down about how little I feel like I'm serving right now. I enjoyed serving on Thursday (I was unable to be there Wed.), but didn't feel like I was playing a crucial role.

Still, Friday I wanted to go for some reason. I didn't really have a reason not to go help so I packed up the kids and headed out, but my frustration and pity party from the day before lingered. I geared up to help with the devotion for the kindergarten - 6th graders learning I would be counseling anyone who wanted to make a decision.

After all my internal bellyaching, God allowed me the privilege to hold the door to heaven open as two young children asked Jesus into their heart that evening. I now have a new brother and sister...and I got the joy of walking them into the family. What an honor!

I was so humbled to be a part of something so much bigger than myself - and 'gently' reminded that His ways are so beyond mine.