Service Please!

I'll be the first to admit I don't have a servant's heart. I may love you dearly, but unless you flat out tell me, I just don't see your need.

There are people that I know who seem to sense someone else's needs almost before they happen. It amazes me, and also makes me feel like a selfish brat.

I truly want to help out when I can, but first someone has to point and say, this is what you need to do.

But the other day, I distinctly felt the nudge of the Holy Spirit to make a meal for a family in our church who have both been sick. Then I remembered another person who had broken a bone, and had been kind to me when my foot was in a cast.

So I called both houses and made sure they liked what I had to offer and both accepted gratefully.

They probably almost went into a dead faint, coming from me.

So, today I did something I ain't never done before. I made THREE pones of cornbread, one right after another to accompany a honking dutch oven plus spill over into another pot of homemade vegetable soup.

Then, after we ate a quick lunch, Daughter loaded up and took off to deliver the food.

Husband helped me clean up the huge mess. The only kind I can seem to make.

When you do what you are supposed to do, it gives you a feeling of accomplishment.

But boy, I am plumb tuckered out.

It's a good tuckered, though.

Belief in Oneself

I've been singing in public since I was fourteen years old. I love to sing. In fact, I sing all the time.

I've been told I have a good voice. I was urged to go to college and major in voice.

That was not my calling, and I believe you must be driven if you are to make something like that your life.

Obviously, by now, I have  heard myself sing.

But when I listen, all I hear are the mistakes. That note was a little flat. My voice wobbled too much at the end. I breathed at the wrong place. I sang the wrong word!

You get the picture.

I don't have a lot of faith in the beauty of my voice.

I still sing. I feel sometimes the nudge of the Holy Spirit to sing a particular song, and I hope I don't ignore those nudges, no matter what they are about.

But writing is different. Don't get me wrong. I am well aware there are better writers out there. Many, many they number.

The thing is, I don't mind reading what I've written. I go back after something is "cold" and re-read it and often times am pleased. I think, "Did I really write that?"

I'm not sure why I am so confident about one talent and not so much about the other one, when I'm given compliments about both.

Maybe it doesn't really matter how I feel about either one of them.

I just need to keep on doing what God instructs me to do.

He'll make beauty out of the beast when He chooses.