I was feeling pretty professional, very business-y, with my iPad and iPhone and Styrofoam cup of not-so-great coffee. But then I propped my feet up between the chairs in front of me, and when someone came and sat in one of the chairs I tried to pull my feet out before he could see, but my left foot got stuck. I tried to unstick it but I couldn't, and I started to panic because his elbow was getting close to my toes. So I slipped off my flip flop, leaned forward, and literally yanked on the stubborn shoe from side to side until it came free, like pulling a 300-pound man up a cliff on a rope. Karen, my coworker sitting next to me, laughed so that she almost snorted, and I realized I wasn't very professional at all.
But sitting for two days (in the Global Leadership Summit) and listening to intelligent, experienced, smart, witty speakers speak about leading, success, personal growth, responsibility, and Jesus, has left my mind full and stretched and ready to process, chunk by chunk.
One thought: God is working 24/7 on building His church. He knows it is the hope of the world. He loves it as His bride. And He has given me, little old me, a role in building it. Holy cow. The extreme privilege, honor, and blessing of this profundity has rocked my attitude, motive, and humility (or lack thereof). I am merely called to join a God who is already at work. This shakes me out of whatever prestige I thought I had (how silly of me!) and makes me feel honored to answer the call, yet even more eager to honor the One who calls.
Another thought: The world needs better female communicators.
Finally: It definitely matters today how you receive criticism, instruction, and tutelage. You do not know what God might be preparing you for in the future. Soak it in! Be a sponge. Let that be your mantra, and don't worry about appearing foolish or unskilled. Nobody who humbles himself to learn from someone wiser will ever end up foolish.
I have lots more to process. I'm so grateful for the opportunity to learn.
Let the greatest among you become as the youngest, and the leader as one who serves. - Luke 22:26b ESV
Guess who wrote this comment! No, I really want you to guess. You can ask seven questions (I was going to give you three, but I didn't want you to think I was a genie) to determine my identity (obviously, this excludes asking what my name is or anything of that nature). If you get it right, I will read every single post you make on this blog. Every. Single. One.
ReplyDeleteI'll give you a clue to get you started, although it won't be helpful at all: I'm on your Facebook friend's list. I bet that really narrows it down for you!
Good luck!
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I really hope you get it right.
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I'll probably read your blog if you get it wrong anyway.