Just Trust Me, Kid

Sometimes it's funny how you think you are doing all the right things as a Christian, then you find out that you are failing miserably in some areas. God has really opened my eyes to my lack of trust in some areas through giving me the position of song chair for my sorority. Getting this position that I didn't ask for was fairly unexpected, and I wasn't prepared, even though I had prayed that He only give it to me if He wanted me to have it and without me pursuing it. Then he did, and I doubted and I was so scared. But I took it, then I worried about the first meeting. It went fine. Then I worried about Beta Choral Cup. Then Jen (who was in charge until now) emailed me to see about talking to me about any concerns while we ate. So we talked. Then I worried about having enough girls to sing the national anthem for the Gym Dawgs meet this Friday on short notice. Then I decided to take to heart all the messages I had heard at Church and Crossroads about involvement with out gifts, glorifying God, and doing your part fully because you trust that God gave you your role because through you He can accomplish much. Then I prayed and gave it to God. And then at least 10 girls told me that not only would they be there Friday, but they were excited about it. Our God is an awesome God. And I know I have a long way to go...

Thanks Jess, for reminding me of this passage at Small Group....
Matthew 6:25-34
25"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more important than food, and the body more important than clothes? 26Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? 27Who of you by worrying can add a single hour to his life?

28"And why do you worry about clothes? See how the lilies of the field grow. They do not labor or spin. 29Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. 30If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? 31So do not worry, saying, 'What shall we eat?' or 'What shall we drink?' or 'What shall we wear?' 32For the pagans run after all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. 33But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well. 34Therefore do not worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will worry about itself. Each day has enough trouble of its own.

This song was randomly playing on the cd in my car when I got in it tonight too....here is part of it. It's "Brave" by Nichole Nordeman.

I am small
And I speak when I'm spoken to
But I am willing to risk it all
I say Your name
Just Your name and I'm ready to jump
Even ready to fall...

Why did I take this vow of compromise?
Why did I try to keep it all inside?

So long status quo
I think I just let go
You make me want to be brave
The way it always was
Is no longer good enough
You make me want to be brave
Brave, brave

I've never known a fire that didn't begin with a flame
Every storm will start with just a drop of rain
But if you believe in me
That changes everything


PS- Funny Story.... So today I am walking back from lunch with Jen, and I was walking alone downtown on the sidewalk to the bus stop. These two men (old enough to have fathered me) that were true Necks and were in a big camouflage truck started hollering at me and telling me to turn around and talk to them. I ignored them and kept walking, when suddenly I heard a funny noise. I glanced over my shoulder and had to laugh when I saw that they had stalled out in the middle of the road. God has a great sense of humor. That's what they get for acting like that. (and by the way, I was in jeans, a long sleeve t-shirt, a poofy vest, had a huge Vera Bradley bag blocking my butt from view, and had my hair in a pony-tail. There is NO WAY I provoked those comments by dressing provocatively.)