the play is the thing
This all came back to me a few months ago. I was preparing to speak in front of a large group, of women. As I stood in front of the mirror that morning, I became increasingly insecure. I couldn't figure out why I felt that way. The day before I was speaking in front of these women. Why was I struggling today? It reminded me of a story Staci Eldridge told in her book Captivating. She and her husband, John, were on their way to an event. Staci found herself pulling down the visor, checking her lipstick and the applying more. She did this over and over. "What was I doing?" she asked herself. "I was afraid. At least if my makeup looks good, something deep inside me reasoned, maybe I won't be exposed. Found out. Seen." That was my fear. I was afraid of being exposed. That the shortcomings I try to keep hidden deep inside would be seen.
The play is the thing.
The Kingdom of God is the thing.
My focus was all on me. How I looked. What people would think of me. I wasn't about the Kingdom of God. I was about me.
This all came back to me a few months ago. I was preparing to speak in front of a large group, of women. As I stood in front of the mirror that morning, I became increasingly insecure. I couldn't figure out why I felt that way. The day before I was speaking in front of these women. Why was I struggling today? It reminded me of a story Staci Eldridge told in her book Captivating. She and her husband, John, were on their way to an event. Staci found herself pulling down the visor, checking her lipstick and the applying more. She did this over and over. "What was I doing?" she asked herself. "I was afraid. At least if my makeup looks good, something deep inside me reasoned, maybe I won't be exposed. Found out. Seen." That was my fear. I was afraid of being exposed. That the shortcomings I try to keep hidden deep inside would be seen.
The play is the thing.
The Kingdom of God is the thing.
My focus was all on me. How I looked. What people would think of me. I wasn't about the Kingdom of God. I was about me.
There came a familiar prompting deep within my soul. Tell the women about your fear.
I'm sorry, what now Lord? Surely you don't mean I should stand in front of those women and actually tell them I'm afraid?!
Tell the women about your fear.
Obedience is something I've been attempting to practice lately. When God prompts, I (try to) obey.
Yes, Lord.
Tell the women about your fear. Tell them My kingdom is the thing.
Yes Lord.
So there I stood on stage doing my thing. In the end I could not not obey.
I told the women things were about to get real (I'm such a dork. things are about to get real? Who says that?!)
There I stood on stage in front of all 600 of them.
I told them about getting ready.
I told them the play is the thing, the Kingdom of God is the thing.
Then I confesses that I was afraid.
I confessed that I was making it about me.
I confessed it needed to be about God.
Set yourself aside today. Let God draw close and show you what he has for you.
Obedence. It was my way of getting out of the way and letting
the play be the thing, better yet letting
the Kingdom of God be the thing.
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