Stay Comfortable And Miss Out

Today was a tough day for me. Stepping out of my comfort zone is not something I like to do. So, you can guess what this is about. We are in the process of shifting the youth group from the epicenter to our home. You would think this would be a simple task, but no, its a lot of work. We had to call each student's parent and let them know what our plans were and why we were moving this thing to our house. To be honest, I was so scared to call these parents, whom I have never met. You see, our youth group is made up of 51% unchurched or dechurched students. So, to say that the parent's were a little sceptical would be an understatement. Our job was to call these parents (who I got to know very well over the phone) and get them to understand our purpose for moving the youth group.
I was amazed at how willing some of the parents were to listen and ask questions and really talk to us. We got some fantastic responses from some of the parents saying "my daughter comes home from w.H.y and tells me all about it", or "my kid loves coming to the youth group". It is conversations likethese that make me realize why Renee and I put so much work into what we do. Those responses make our 70 plus hours of work every week seem so worth it. God is truly moving in our hearts and in the student's hearts and we are so overwhelmed with praise and thanks to our Creator for all He has done for us. We are so pumped!!!

So anyway, back to the real subject of this whole thing. I have a fear of telephones. Ever since I was nine years old, running my lawn business. My first customer called and my mother answered the phone and handed it to me. These were my exact words, "hulle, hully, hello". I almost died, my first customer and I blow the introduction. Needless to say, I have had a fear of telephones ever since that incident. So, yeah, I was just a little out of my comfort zone, but if I would not have stepped out and made those calls, I would have never heard the wonderful things the parents said to us. God knew we needed to hear from someone other than the pastor that we were doing a good job.

All the glory and honor goes to God. Non of this ministry is our own. It is God's and we're just His managers in this thing.