So as I am driving around looking for homes that don't exist on roads that have no street signs, frustrated by procedures that seem to change on each and every person's whim.......God jumps in and sends me a big, fat reminder that I'm not in charge here. Today I just happened to turn down a street, while looking for a house on my list, when several people ran after me pounding on my car. They'd had an accident on their work team and needed someone to call 911. They'd knocked on the neighbors' doors and hadn't received any help. Just when they stopped and prayed for help to come, I turned the corner, with my little green car with the big "Presbytery of Mississippi Disaster Recovery" magnets on the side. I called 911, the ambulance came and every one was okay.
I'm not in charge of assigning work here. I'm not in charge of installing street signs. I'm not in charge of the work flow. I am not in charge of the policies or procedures. I'm not in charge of dumpsters or permits or volunteers or trash bags or anything, really. I am not even in charge of my own living situation (no, we still haven't moved yet). That's hard for me. But I have to keep in mind that I am charged with loving and serving. I just need to keep remembering that.
Good thing the Big Guy keeps sending me those reminders, eh?