It wasn't fun. I just realized that I really do not like people all that much. I am not sure why it surprised me. After all, I am an only child. My mother was extremely introverted. My first real sleepover was at the ripe old age of 12. I did get into them as I got older, but before that I had no desire to stay at a strange house. I spent the 6 years we lived on-campus at CLC hiding in the apartment. The ugly truth is, I just don't like dealing with people. This is disturbing because my husband is a pastor and I am supposed to be a people person. However, I cringe when the phone rings. I never call people unless I absolutely have to and Lonnie has adamantly refused to do it for me. It seems that when I stretch myself and try to reach out and plan something it falls apart.
So, now what do I do? I have to believe that God knew what he was doing when he put Lonnie and me together. There must be something in me that he can use to build this church. Right? He will use anything that is handy to fulfill His purpose. Right? His strength is made perfect in my weakness. The only thing I can figure is that I must be willing to allow the Potter to mold this vessel. He knows all the cracks and imperfections because he put them there. Right?
Still waiting for answers. In the meantime I'm going to check my voicemail. I think I may have accidentally ignored a couple of calls.