I never, ever lose the wonder that anybody shows up to hear anything I have to say. I mean, it sincerely shocks me.
You can ask the people at Celebration Church where we pastor. Every week I thank them for showing up. I'm like, "Wow! You're here again!" I know they are there for Jesus but really they could be going to thousands of other places to worship Jesus but they choose to come to CC.
My favorite thing to do is sit in a room by myself and write to my heart's content. Well, actually I like to sit with Max silently next to me for hours, writing. I could be happy just writing, but God has given me additional opportunities.
It never fails that anytime I go anywhere to speak before I get up and actually talk I think to myself, "why in the world am I here? Are these people crazy?"
When I went to Africa to be the speaker for the national AG women's convention, I actually got saved before I went up on the platform. You think I'm kidding? No, I'm serious. After hearing them pray before the service, I realized they had something I had never experienced. I wasn't sure if I really knew Jesus anymore. I prayed a salvation prayer and cried out to God during worship saying, "Dear God, I am a spiritual tinker-tot compared to these women. P-L-E-A-S-E help me now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I have no clue!!" I really thought they were going to wonder why in the world I ever came all those thousands of miles away to tell them what they already knew. I was ready for an epic fail.
Then God showed up. Like a Holy Ghost bomb going off in the place. I've made three trips there now, for the same purpose. I can't wait to go again!
But today I'm in North Carolina. God loves the women of North Carolina. He's going to show up and rescue me again today, and in the process, help these ladies.