Years ago, I worked at a shoe store. At first I had the job of operating the loud, annoying microphone to announce deals throughout the store. I was given a very specific job description... I even had the title of "mic person." Then, they needed a cashier. My job title and description changed a little, but it was made very clear what my job was. I was to run the register and occasionally between customers announce deals over the speaker. The job was pretty easy to keep up with because I knew exactly what was expected of me.
Before Jason and I got married, we had a bridal shower. I was more shy and quiet back then... And also very ignorant of many things. At the shower, the room was filled with ladies and gifts. Each gift bag was handed to me one by one. I wasn't really sure how to react to each gift, so I smiled a lot and said thank you many times. I was so nervous and hated being the center of attention. But these ladies had invested time and money into each of these gifts. Their goal was to be a blessing to me and to Jason. It was their way of helping our marriage succeed.
I was talking to my friend earlier this week. She was such an encouragement to me. And I sure hope I encouraged her. She drives somewhere around 45 minutes to get to church. In America, that's a pretty long drive! But it's such a good church! So, we made a deal that neither of us would complain about our drives to church.
The moment the promise escaped my lips, I knew what was coming... Sure enough.
So this evening as we left for church, I remembered the promise I made. I began praying.
At the age of nine, I attended a local Baptist church with my family. I had expressed a desire to be saved to my mom. She took me to the pastor of the church who led me in a prayer, and declared me to be saved. I do not remember him asking my any questions to make sure I understood biblical salvation, but I do remember during the prayer I glanced up at my mom. I knew I was making her proud.