Another notch in my staff

Many of you that know me will be shocked to learn that I am actually a very shy person.  Hard to believe, I know.  I am extremely uncomfortable in a roomful of people that I don’t know very well.  The first day of classes each semester of college was horrifying to me.  It took several attempts to get me to attend the church that became my home.  I would venture to say that it’s actually beyond being shy – more like physical anxiety.  We could delve into the reasons why this occurs but I’ve already got a pretty good handle on the WHY of it.  I only share this bit of information about me in order to give some background on this story.

In my early years of high school I had some friends that were of dubious upbringing.  My mother saw fit to remove me from my high school and enroll me in a private Christian school.  One of the required classes each year was Bible class.  My Bible teacher my Junior year was also the school’s choir/music teacher.  She was a jolly lady and a lot of fun to be around.  Sometime during the spring she passed out a brochure about mission trips for teens.  I don’t know that anyone in class gave it a second look but I took mine home and poured over the contents.  At dinner I showed it to my mother and asked her if I could go on one of the trips.  She left it up to my father, whom she thought would tell me no.  He didn’t, he was all for it.  I found out years later that the only reason my parents let me go was because this was so out of the norm for me… requesting to leave my friends and family and go halfway around the world with a group of people I didn’t know for the entire summer.

I went on that trip and went on to learn many things about God, Scripture, evangalism, construction work, witnessing, and most of all – I learned that it’s okay to be terrified of being in a new place with new people because I’m not alone.


I’d like to take a quick moment and explain this category that I’m calling My Staff.  I’ll give the Reader’s Digest version of what my dear friend explained to me.  Remember Moses – the burning bush, Mr. Let My People Go, parting of the Red Sea, holding up his staff… yeah, that Moses.  This staff of his wasn’t just a nice walking stick.  Back in the day, they would carve details of “God moments” in their lives onto their staff as a visual reminder of the things that God had done in their lives.  So when moment of doubt or uncertainty crept in they could look at it and be reminded and be strong in their faith. 

That’s what this is, My Staff.  In no particular order, these are moments in my life that I can see very clearly what God has done in my life.  When I’m friendsick and missing my home church and wondering if I’m going to be okay way over here on the East coast all I have to do is look back at moments like the one I just shared.  Then I know I’m going to be just fine.  I’m not alone.


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