Friday, August 10, 2007

P. A.

I had never had a 'personal assistant' until yesterday. Now I recommend it to anyone and everyone.

I realized I was going to need help getting our big, rowdy dog to the vet way across town, as well as help completely redoing my booth in the antique mall, which I'd been wanting to do for some time. Then I thought about Bailey Jo. She was not working and her college classes hadn't started yet . . . so, why not hire her? Great decision. Atta-girl, Nancy.

It was wonderful. She helped in everyway, plus we had fun together. Thanks so much, Bailey. And Linh, too, who joined us for a while. I so enjoyed the day, which, otherwise, would have been just 'work'.

On a different note, our church is moving into its new building this Sunday. Wednesday night was a prayer meeting for it. It was very touching. What was particularly touching was this man who prayed in my prayer group. We had divided up into different areas to pray. I went to the sound and light booth to pray, just because there was only one person (Jim) there. Well, another man soon came whom I had never met. Jim or I should have said, 'you can pray silently, you don't have to pray outloud', but we didn't. (We usually say that at our church because we know there are many people who have great fear of praying outloud in public (understandably).) Well, after Jim prayed his prayer outloud, then I prayed my prayer outloud, there was silence. I was feeling awkward for this man, and I almost prayed a closing prayer like, "Lord, we ask these things in your name, Amen." Before I could open my mouth, he said quietly, something like, "I have never prayed a prayer out in public, you know, in front of other people before, but I do want to say a few things here. Thank you for this church. I have never felt welcome in a church before. I don't know what to say, but that. Thank you for making me feel like I belong."
That was all he said. But that was so enough.
It reminded me of why our church is here. And it so helped me know how to pray for our church - and for those coming for the first time this Sunday.

I almost stayed home from that prayer meeting. I'm glad I didn't.

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