Never a Dull Moment

I can hardly sit still with excitement.
     With blog viewers, my journal, and God as my witness, did I not just mention yesterday the sense of change I felt and the realizations I've been coming to regarding piano/ministry?  If you need assurance that God is moved by our obedience and hears when we call out to Him, read on, dear friends. Read on, because today did not happen by accident.

     First of all, my desire to experience/serve in another country has only been building in the last couple months, and in the last week it's been nearly driving me crazy. It's reached a point where it is on my mind every day.  Today, in the car, I asked God to open doors that would finally plant me in a church as well, because that road has been a tough one up until now with my school schedule.  My heart has always been toward The Father's House, (as I posted in a blog probably over a year and a half ago), back when my family wasn't attending. Long story short, my family is now deeply involved and growing like mad and I've been the one forced to watch from afar.  Ha!  Fuuuunnnnnny.  But it's a huge church.. involving myself in music ministry there has seemed like a biiiiig mountain I didn't have the resources or connections yet to climb.

     I decided to shadow my siblings at their internship at TFH today for the heck of it, sitting in their classes and volunteering at The Storehouse, which is a ministry owned by the church that distributes free food, clothing and most necessities to low-income families in the area. Everything is donated. There are pallets of donated food.  The line is out the door two hours before it opens.  It's incredible.
I'm behind the counter with my sister and decided to sing harmony with the worship song that was playing in the background. I turn to see Pastor Dave (who I had yet to ever meet) standing there, singing along, and he says "Lookie there, she jumps on the harmony!" Thus began a series of questions and a conversation that I never thought would happen.  (I mean, they're a massive church loaded with resources, right?  I'm just another girl that can play a piano and sing). But here I found myself face to face with the pastor.  Ya know.  God doesn't half-ass stuff. (What? Yes. Yes I did).
     Put it this way: He now knows I exist, he seemed pleasantly surprised with each of my answers to his questions, yes there IS a need for me, and "he knows the worship pastor." (he's his son in law).

     This is only one facet of today that had my mind full to the brim on my way home.  The other side of it was the people that came through the storehouse for food, and the kids that stretched as tall as they could to get their eyes over the counter and get a peak at the shelves behind me.  They pointed items out to their moms that might as well have been leftover Christmas presents instead of wheat pasta and canned vegetables.  All I did was say a few words, smile, accept a slip of paper and hand them whatever they chose.  (Our station was limited to 3 items).  But all I could see were needs far beyond the food I could hand them, and how much I had in comparison.  It was the glaring reality that God had somehow seen fit to fill me with what they needed:
love.
acceptance.
hope.
peace.
What else am I possibly here for?  I can choose to either give it back, or do nothing and squander it.  In my mind, that is like putting it back in His face.  And here is a place within 10 miles of my own home that I can pour out and feel fulfilled.

The last facet is the opening notes of one of this morning's classes.  If you need a refresher as to the significance of this and why I reacted a little when I read it, check out my previous blog post.

"Whenever you leave the comfort of a system and structure to brave the unknown and pioneer the possibilities, a season of seeking and strategy is vital.  Lasting change occurs when patterns are broken, leadership emerges, and battles are won.  Does not everyone want to gain ground and keep it?"


That's all.  Just taking life one day at a time right now. ;)