Tuesday, July 26, 2011
God has been poking my soul all summer about how to get involved in the church again. You know what I'm talking about, right?
Me: UGH. What am I going to do with my spare time?
God: Poke, Poke, Poke...
I have sort been in a holding pattern when it comes to ministry involvement for the past few years. Part of this game of pause involves full time graduate school. The other part revolves around getting burned when doing youth ministry...but that's a whole other story that isn't blog-worthy.
So, I've been praying. A lot. Wondering how I could possibly fit back into the scheme of things on a local church level. This summer, I feel like God has moved from poking to shoving. But, I just wasn't seeing where I was going to plug in. I didn't feel like youth ministry was really my calling. I also didn't really feel like I should join a choir, even though I'm an accomplished vocalist and musician. I just wasn't feeling it.
Then, tonight I got a shove from a friend that I feel was my extra nudge and a half from God. Yay.
MOTF called me to say that her priest emailed the entire parish desperate for volunteers to help with the children's liturgy and a 6th grade PSR teacher. I immediately had a huge smile and was super excited about this opportunity!!! It's at the local parish that I have thought about joining (I'm still a member of the parish in my old neighborhood), and I feel like these two situations are totally up my alley. In fact, that's why MOTF called me. She said that she read the email and immediately thought of me and that it was a perfect churchy thing for me.
Had I previously shared my intensive prayer for ministry with this friend? Nope.
Does this friend usually call me to talk about super awesome Catholic stuff? Nope.
Does this friend usually encourage me to take on more responsibility when I'm already crazy busy? Nope.
Yet, she called me about this specific thing, and she encouraged me and hyped up each volunteer opportunity. In fact, she thought I would be perfect for both situations.
I told MOTF I would ponder each of these things in my heart (just like my name sake, Mary), but I already "knew" that I would be emailing each contact person tonight to give my own yes (fiat).
My heart feels at peace, and I am happy. They may have already found someone to teach PSR, but I'm almost positive they need people to proclaim the Gospel to the children. I have my "in," and I'm excited.
God uses MOTF in extraordinary ways in my life, and I am so grateful for her friendship and God using her. She's the one that brought me to God in the Eucharist in the first place, ya know (read my conversion story at the top of the blog).
I feel like dancing.