My phone rings... It's Kale, one of my student leaders. He doesn't usually call at this hour and immediately my thoughts run through the list of things that might have gone wrong.
"Hey Tammy - I just wanted to let you know that 21 people showed up to small group tonight."
"Twenty-One?!?"
21.
Large group earlier this week wasn't quite so hot. Afterwards the students looked at me and said, "Wow, this was not our night." With no sound equipment, a missing adapter for the projector, and a broken guitar string shortening worship - nope, it wasn't our night! I found myself tumbling down the pit of doubt and discouragement (thinking to myself - wow, that was quick), struggling to gain some foothold of faith to steady me. But tiredness from three weeks of NSO had settled in, making it even harder to keep the fears and insecurities at bay.
That's why Kale's phone call was so encouraging. It lightened my heart and helped me to see Jesus. (He'd always been there of course). Brushing my teeth in the bathroom, I found myself spontaneously responding with worship (which is a little amusing with toothpaste in your mouth). My heart felt free and hopeful again. Thank you Jesus for helping me to worship you.
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