31 Days of Brave: Corner


Gentle Reader,

Last week I told you that I was going to attend a volunteer orientation class at a women’s shelter in my area. I am so stoked to start working there! I don’t even care what task I’m assigned. The place is incredible. The ministry has never before been able to build from the ground up, so a lot of thought went into the building. The decor was clearly chosen with women in mind, but the hallways are wide, the rooms spacious – perfect for running kids. The program is focused on real, lasting transformation, beginning with a woman’s identity as a daughter of God. There are Bible studies and classes, a couple of family rooms, a sweet little space for pre-k kids, a healing garden, a clothing boutique, a medical clinic… The list just goes on!

About 10 minutes into the presentation, I knew that I wanted to be involved. And then the volunteer director asked the class participants to share why we had come. Starting in the back.

Starting with me.

And I’m not kidding when I tell you that everyone in the room turned around.

I could feel the synapses short-circuiting. Um, speech. Wait, where did that go? Where am I? Who am I?

Fuzz, pop, crackle, snap.

I managed to blurt out that I know someone who already volunteers at the shelter while desperately trying to avoid making eye contact with anyone. I just wanted to be in my corner. I just wanted to listen.

The urge to help others and the urge to remain hidden don’t exactly go together, and it’s taken me a week to figure that out.

How desperate I am for the Lord’s help!

My journey to faith. (15)

 For all of the posts in the 31 Days: Brave series, go here.


31 Days of Brave: Volunteer


Gentle Reader,

What I’m about to share isn’t shared to garner sympathy, so please don’t offer it.

Tonight I’m going to attended a volunteer orientation at a women’s shelter. I have no idea what to expect. I can’t think of a single thing that I can do to help these women and their children. They are experiencing a part of life that has never touched me. The idea of waking up without a home, without stability, while among my greatest fears, isn’t something that I can truly comprehend. I worry that it’s…pretentious or condescending to go to this orientation. I worry that they’ll think I’m full of myself, full of my own righteousness.

For almost two years now, I’ve felt a tug on my heart to go out and be the hands and feet of Jesus in some way. To offer…something to those who can’t give me anything in return. My time is limited because of work schedules and energy levels. I really don’t have a clue what this is going to look like. But I think it’s time to stop stalling. Delayed obedience is just disobedience, after all.

Martha, Martha,

If there is any consolation in Christ, if any comfort of love, if any fellowship of the Spirit, if any affection and mercy, fulfill my joy by being like-minded, having the same love, being of one accord, of one mind. Let nothing be done through selfish ambition or conceit, but in lowliness of mind let each esteem others better than himself. Let each of you look out not only for his own interests, but also for the interests of others. – Philippians 2:1-4 (NKJV)

Go and do. Not because you have anything to offer. Not because you are better than anyone else. Not because you are afraid that you aren’t good enough.

Because God loves you.

My journey to faith. (15)

  For all of the posts in the 31 Days: Brave series, go here.