I had an epiphany recently. Let me tell you about it.
For a long time, several years, I’ve been praying that God would tell me what He wanted me to do to serve Him. I’ve been plugging along, doing odd and end jobs at church, and feeling an emptiness inside that I couldn’t explain to myself, let alone anyone else. I just knew God was preparing me for a ministry that was perfect for me, and I waited and grew more frustrated as I saw other brothers and sisters, including my husband, flourish as they served.
I pleaded to the Lord to make his will known to me so I could best serve Him. I prayed for a clear answer that I could understand without a doubt. I waited and waited some more.
Events happened recently that automatically brought specific phrases to mind. I’ve always struggled with memorization, which showed in my school work, but I have a good memory for experiences and feelings, and with enough training and repetition, I learn what is close to my heart.
When I found myself speaking the words I knew had been planted, I understood what God had been waiting for me to “get.” Imagine that! I thought I was waiting for Him to answer my prayers when He was waiting for me to understand the answer He had already given me.
He has already trained me. He has already equipped me. He has already provided for me. He has already blessed me with gifts to use. I knew that, but I felt useless and frustrated.
Somewhere in life, I developed the idea that telling others about your skills, training, education, etc., was akin to boasting and trying to make yourself seem important. It didn’t bother me when other people did it, but I couldn’t. I would allude to these parts of my life, but to come right out and say it? Guess what? There is nothing humble about hiding our abilities.
Humility is acknowledging our abilities are God’s gifts for us to use for His glory.
Now I understand. I lacked confidence in the Lord’s provision because I was comparing myself to others. That’s sinful. I repent of that. right. now.
I want to be available wherever He needs me.
I am a trained Stephen Ministry Caregiver. I’ve had 40 hours of training which I put into practice for 3 years with women in crisis, such as divorce, death of a spouse, family members with substance abuse addictions, grandparents raising their grandchildren, and parents needing emotional and spiritual support.
I am a trained hospice caregiver. I volunteered in hospice for 5 years, visiting women in nursing homes, most of whom rarely had visitors. I played music for them, prayed, decorated their room, wheeled them outside, and mostly, was just a friend to them. All of my clients were in nursing homes. My last client, Mary, was a tiny black woman who couldn’t speak but smiled a mile wide when I entered her room. I visited her nearly every Saturday morning for a year and then attended her memorial service. After she passed, I decided I needed a rest.
I rarely mentioned my years of Stephen Ministry or hospice volunteering to anyone for two decades. Why? Was it because I was embarrassed? Tired of it? Didn’t want to get involved? Maybe I felt like a hypocrite because while helping others, my home life was chaotic. Why was it so easy to care for strangers but so hard to have patience with my own family? These are questions I always ask myself, and it’s excruciating. By asking, I’m facing reality, and that’s good because it allows for change.
I sing. I sang at school, church, weddings, and events in the choir and as a soloist. I had a smoking habit that I gave up 20 years ago. Between that and a few years of family strife before my husband and I were born again, my voice was in sorry shape from lack of use and abuse. I went from 2nd Alto with a wide range to croaking frog Tenor over the years. I’m working on getting it back with exercises and soft, slow, and easy practice. If God wills it, it will happen.
I cook. I have served in meal ministry and organized and cooked turkeys for Thanksgiving dinner at church for 40+ people without family nearby. I also served in the cafe and coffee areas. My last full-time occupation was in food service.
I clean. I’ve cleaned toilets in churches, offices, and homes of the infirm. I don’t particularly enjoy it, but it works off stress, and I consider cleaning the Lord’s house part of good stewardship. We can all do our part by cleaning up after ourselves.
I had a calligraphy business as a side job addressing wedding invitations to make money when I was a stay-at-home mom. It’s a little rusty, but it’s like riding a bike. It’s not quick work, but it’s unique, not perfect like technology can produce.
We have hospitality. For the first time, we have a home built for fellowship. We lived the last 20 years in a townhouse in the city with limited parking and no yard. We love having a home and a yard for sharing with our friends and family.
Lastly, I write. During some of the worst times of my life, I wrote. I look back at some of the poems I wrote 30 years ago and remember my tortured frame of mind then. When we were preparing to move to our current home, I found shoe boxes full of notes and prayers I had written years ago that were all answered; some precisely, and some not exactly as requested, but I know God always knows best.
Ministries are not confined to the walls of the church. The world is our mission field, and abundant service opportunities exist wherever we go. We go where we are called.
There will always be others who are better communicators and organizers, more meticulous, educated, talented, and better at memorizing! The Lord looks at your heart in doing the tasks He equips you for. Our best won’t always be good enough for people, but it’s always good enough for God. Always do your best for Him.
Sometimes the season for using a particular training is over.
Sometimes it just gets rusty from lack of use and needs refreshing. Sometimes we’ve allowed overuse to cause burnout.
Sometimes He provides opportunities to learn something new.
Sometimes He knows you need to rest.
It’s all okay. Answer the call when the time is right. If you don’t know, then have faith that He does.
Serve well.
To everything there is a season and a time to every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1