The first taste of summertime: a gooey, chocolatey s’more. A family from church invited me over for supper last night and it was a perfect North Carolina evening: grilled pork chops, sweet potatoes and black-eyed-peas, followed by corn hole (a challenging version of an outdoor bean bag toss) and bluegrass music. And those heavenly s’mores. A delightful evening.
Curling up on my loveseat (I’m tiny enough to do that, ha!) with a blanket, book and the dog and an open window bringing in a cool afternoon breeze. You guessed it; I was asleep in mere seconds.
Confession time: I think I might have a touch of perfectionism in me, because I’m constantly worrying about what I could be doing better in ministry. I’ve been praying quite a bit for vision and energy to follow it. While serving communion yesterday, I looked out and watched these people I have grown to love partake of the bread and the cup, observing as their faces transformed while they ate, becoming somehow more relaxed and contemplative. I felt such love for each face, and got the feeling God was saying, “That’s what I want you to do. Love them.” I still want to deepen our mission efforts, make better connections with our community and teach important theological concepts, but I’m reminded that what matters most is that I love.