Pick Me! Pick Me!

Today at church we were asked to commit to our pastor's vision. The men of the church were asked to stand and be seen, if they were on board and committed to what God put on his heart to lead the church. While I stood there I started to think about elementary school and how I hated for the teacher to call on me. I rarely raised my hand and shouted, "Pick me! Pick me!". I recognized that fear operating on many levels is what keeps people from volunteering when life offers opportunities. When I recognized the absence of that feeling, I remembered the child I was didn't raise his hand in class because on top of being fearful of being wrong, I was often unprepared. God was telling me my preparation and development of my faith was up to me. God said when He calls me to raise my hand, I am going to be right because my words will be inspired by Him and the absence of my flesh.