Wild weekend

First, thanks everyone so much for the birthday wishes Friday! For my birthday I got to get up super early and go on a school field trip. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it was going to be — though I was still really tired. Top it off with dinner with my parents, sister, great-niece and of course Duck and Doodle and it was a pretty good day.

Thanks to everyone who prayed for me Saturday. The dinner went really well. The band sounded great (of course they have a pretty good sound person ) and I managed to get up there and ramble a lot. I was so nervous — I could hear my voice shaking, but evidently it didn’t sound that bad to everyone else. Or they wouldn’t tell me. Which leads me to the big question I have after the weekend.

If someone is really bad at speaking, would you tell them? Or would you tell them you enjoyed it and they did a good job — just so you wouldn’t hurt their feelings? These are the things that have crossed my mind because I think I’ve felt God leading me to speak — but that scares me to death — and I’m not sure I heard Him right. So, I look for confirmation in other ways, but I also know no one will come up to tell me I suck as a speaker if I do even if I really want that feedback. I’m a mess aren’t I?

Oh, I had flashbacks to when I was about 5 years old. I was in front of the microphone at the church I went to as a child and all I had to do was recite John 3:16 (part of the Christmas play). I froze. I saw my Daddy sitting about half-way back in the church and I just ran and sat in his lap. I was majorly embarrassed because people laughed — Mom said it was because they thought I was cute. Ugh. My buddy behind me said my verse and hers and then I felt a little more stupid. Dad came with Mom and I made him sit up front — the only man sitting with the ladies (thanks to the church men for serving him too!). I couldn’t look at him while I spoke for fear I would just run over and sit in his lap again. Everything’s right in the world when I’m on my Daddy’s lap!

Anyway, I felt really down after I spoke. I didn’t say nearly 1/10th of the things I had planned to say and I’m pretty sure most of it came out in the wrong order. But, I had been praying that whatever comes out would touch at least one person. The pastor came and told me after the dinner that someone spoke to him because of my testimony. He said God had been dealing with that person and my testimony kinda pushed them over the edge. Praise God! He can use a donkey and He can use my ramblings!

I know I can do better at speaking or that I can learn what I need to learn, but I guess I’m not totally convinced this is God’s will for me or just my imagination working overtime. Because I can imagine myself speaking very eloquently and it was nothing like that in real life

Lastly, thanks to everyone who sent Happy Mother’s Day wishes my way. I hope you had a great Mother’s Day as well. I spent mine playing in a couple of softball games. I played some really good ball in at least one of those games