Today was my turn. My turn to help out in the nursery at church.
I love helping out in the nursery, taking care of the two and three year old kids so their folks can enjoy the service. I love those kids because they are so much fun and so creative. But first, I had to get there. I had to wash my hair, I had to decide what I was wearing, I had to get a move on. I have gotten out of the habit of doing things early. Oh, and if you read last night’s blog post, you saw where I had worked more on the inside decorations. Doing that meant moving things around. Try as I might this morning, I could not find my glasses. They are basically bifocal glass on top and readers on the bottom. I wear contacts so I didn’t have to have them to drive, but Bible study is difficult when you can’t see up close. I carried a pair of regular readers with me just in case.
Those kids were such fun. Even though this morning there were only three that didn’t lessen the creative expression. We ate pretend food, we built with blocks, we taught and reminded of the concept of sharing. After an hour spending time with the children, I always walk away a little different. A little more uplifted, a little more inspired.
Looking out my window it looks as if it is going to rain. We need it, there is a fire burning on a mountain top here in North Carolina. Everything is so dry. If it doesn’t rain I may not wait for all the leaves to finish falling before I go out and mulch up what is covering the yard around the house.
I really need to get the rest of the decorations and lights in place. I also really need to get motivated.
I think that we deal with that a lot, the need to be motivated. Knowing there is something that needs doing, something waiting to be accomplished, but there is zero desire. Whether it is physical exhaustion, lack of desire, not feeling the intellectual prompting to complete the activity. No matter what it may be. Its also really easy to come up with excuses. Don’t have the time. Don’t have the tools. Can’t do it alone. Don’t want to be made fun of because it may not turn out perfectly.
I believe that we use those same excuses to not share our faith. Fearful of doing it wrong. Fearful of the reactions. Fearful of speaking alone. While with every act, with every word we share. People see how we treat others. People hear how we talk to others and what we say. We don’t need to sound like Pastors or even scholars. We simply need to share what we know from our own life. Through our words yes but mostly through our actions. Through love for our neighbors.
As we are still in the month of recognizing our gratitude and thanks, I am grateful that I have avenues to share, a use for vocabulary to express my thoughts, neighbors to love. A God who loves me no matter how imperfect I may be.