a little more time.

Things have changed so drastically in our life these past few months. Who knew a few months ago that we would be homeowners, and then on staff at a great church? If you would have told me this, I would have laughed and mentioned something negative about your mental status. How can this be? Lord, I wasnt ready, I wasnt polished to perfection...my halo and wings havent come in the mail yet! How can I, being the cracked pot that I am, possibly be a leader? I have come to feel what it must have felt like for Moses (im sure that Moses had MUCH more pressure on him than I, but i can sort of relate). I didnt think that this whole "ministry wife" thing would happen so fast. I thought I had years to prepare. I was going to sort out all the cracks and fill in all the canyons of the brokenness. I just needed a little more time...just a little more time to be perfect, just a little more time so that I could truley bring glory to God, and fulfill my calling. But it came to me in the recesses of my heart, that what if Moses, about to face Pharoah would have demanded a little more time to prepare? What if Esther, about to face the King would have demanded a little more time to prepare? What if David, about to face Goliath demanded a little more time to prepare? What if Jesus, about to face the cross demanded a little more time to prepare? How can I be so audacious to request just a little more time? To tell God that His timing is wrong, that I am not ready? What if I was brought, for such a time as this? Oh Lord, use my cracked pot, for your glory. In my eyes, I am not ready for this. But you are sovereign, You are Holy, You are the giver of time. And may my life be a testimony of what you can do with broken people.