I Can't Believe It

I can't believe it.

In four hours I will already be at the Crosswoods church about five minutes from my house, standing next to a welcome sign, racking my brain for all the Spanish words I crammed for tests then forgot. You see, tonight is the first ESL (English as a Second Language) class of the summer, and I'm teaching! I'm thrilled, terrified, and relying on God.

Last night I read Jeremiah 1 and I was amazed. God clearly called and equipped Jeremiah even from the womb, gave him a terribly difficult task, and gave him strength to get through it. He also told him not to fear, not at all. I fell asleep, encouraged.

Today I am bouncing back and forth between panic and trust. Wondering how I will possibly be ready in time, (I'll be ready sooner if I stop blogging mid-day) then realizing I must simply do the next thing, relying on God for wisdom and ability.

I have helped teach ESL for three years in Warsaw, Indiana. Keyword: helped. This is a totally different, overwhelming feeling helping to lead, teaching. But ESL at college became my favorite night of the week. An incredible time of watching God work, feeling His love for the nations take root in my heart. Perhaps, I dearly hope, this ESL will become something similar.

I am praying that tonight goes smoothly, a time that helps students and where volunteers feel valued. I am a little scared, but mainly I am stoked. Bring it on 5 o'clock! I'll be standing in the doorway at Crosswoods shooting up yet another prayer, and waiting to see what God will do.