PS…
I remember when God said MOVE. I remember knowing WHERE I was being moved. I remember crying out to God that I couldn’t DO that anymore, I couldn’t be a benchwarmer, not coming to the Table, not serving, not being involved in my Church. These things were vital to me, things that I had yet to be able to do as a result of various factors in my spiritual walk and moving into the Catholic Church (at first) looked like the rest of my life would continue in the same way. I knew Service was one of my main spiritual gifts and not being able to serve was torment. God has a sense of humor… did you know that?
Miss I-Can’t-Bear-To-Not-Be-Serving isn’t ‘official’ until Saturday and already is signed up to…
…be Eucharistic Minister during Mass
…be Eucharistic Minister to the Homebound and Nursing Home
…cook for funeral luncheons
…cook for various needs such as new babies, surgery etc
…be available to work on the RCIA team
AND the sign up for substitute teaching in the catechism classes quickly morphed (last Wednesday) into assistant teacher to the 5th grade class.
I know I’ve forgotten something in the above list, but regardless, I can hear God laughing…
