No denying

So, really...I'm really busy. But, I felt a universal "push" to put this out there anyway. I mean, finals, work, dance, school for kids...did I mention the cardiology stuff?

But, I digress. I feel like sometimes I am too busy to hear the introspective responses of the universe/God what have you. Sometimes, my own agenda gets in the way of his. And, yesterday is a prime example. There are a few of them...

First, I have been struggling with the church I have been attending. It's still the denomination that I am drawn to as a liberal Christian. But, I just wasn't certain yet. Yesterday I went to the contemporary service. And, let's be real...it was probably far too intimate for my comfort level. But, nonetheless it was lovely, lively, spiritual. I still needed something more. So, I decided to stay around for the last service at 10:45. I might add, there was to be an ordination and I just felt compelled to witness that.

Between services, I was sitting in a pew. And, I just felt this draft of air. I didn't really think much of it. Because, if you know the building...drafts are par for the course. But, I was actually bent over praying for some of my own personal bidness (Oh, I know how it is spelled...just kind of a nod to things). When, I heard a voice say "This is where it's at". So, of course I turned and looked around. Realistically, this would not have been an odd sentiment for someone to say at this particular church. But, no one was in my proximity and it was merely a whisper. So, I began praying again and again the voice repeated the same thing. Honestly, I chalked it up to four hours of sleep and began singing the opening hymn.

I also witnessed one of the most beautiful ordinations that I have ever seen. The family, the church family, the spirit that moved in the realm of one individuals impact in mission. The hope and certainty of it all. It literally brought me to tears.

I suppose the final word or spirit I felt yesterday was during the feeding of the homeless in the park. It's a mission that the church does. I had my beautiful mittens from Lululemon on. I mean gorgeous. They match this scarf thing with a hood. They are warm and expensive. Granted, I got them on sale last season. But, it was only the second time I had worn them. As I was ladling soup, again I felt a draft. But, we were outside. And, it was windy as hell. But, it wasn't the wind. I continued. Someone said, "Give them to her." So, I looked around and saw a woman headed our direction and gave her soup. Feeling a little obligated I offered them to her. She took them and promptly gave them back. After she walked away, the voice said..."not her". WTH? Now this was a guessing game. Though, it wasn't. There was a woman that was there last month with her husband. They might be in their fifties. And, they had nothing. She had a hoody on. So, when he came over to get soup for the both of them (Seconds, I might add! This was really exciting), I handed him the mittens. I told him they were for his wife.

So, my hands got cold. Really cold. A young volunteer and I put our hands on the soup pot to keep warm. We were really only out there for an hour. But, my hands...I could barely move them by the time we got back to the church, which was only across the street. But, this I could do. No matter how much we struggle, someone is struggling more. I think, for me anyway...my message today is that no matter where we are it, we can help. We have value, currency, gifts to offer to our brothers and sisters.

So, today there is no denying that yesterday I was where God meant for me to be.