To His Purpose or Fever in My Hands

When I was thirteen, I walked down the aisle of my church wearing my favorite yellow dress. I almost ran. I shook deacon's hand with fervor and said, "I am dedicating my life life and work to Christ." I had been down the isle the first time when I was 4 years old. But on this day of the yellow dress, I knew that my desire and existence had merged and I became a doer in the ways of Christ.

"What school will you attend?" he asked. Seeing my puzzled look, he put his hand on my shoulder and said, "there is plenty of time for that." (At thirteen I was unaware there was a distinct formula in Baptist life when you wanted to serve God as a"calling.") My heart knew then, and my head knows now that we abide in him and he abides in us.

We serve because we are made ready to serve. . . where ever we are. As we look for what our hands find to do, we can read, here, together about our wandering paths and His purposeful hands. Joining the Higher Calling Blogs Network is a way to share life, work, and faith with others who mingle these things together in various ways.

Today, I do not know which way the wind will blow, and most days I am sure I am missing something important, especially since I grew up in the era of the street evangelist with Bibles and the Roman's Road tracts in their hands. ( I really miss the orange stickers. Does anyone else remember those?)

Joining the conversation,

Melody