Still Small Voice

A few new books are stirring in my head, on paper and in my laptop. It seems my mind sees most everything as a topic for writing. What I loved most about reporting, was writing stories about other people. Often seeing how lives intersect with mine and many others. God put us each here for a purpose. Trying to find my purpose has been a lifetime journey. In the last five years, or so, and most recently this year, God’s voice has become clear in my mind and heart.

Our church, Buckeye Christian Church, in Grove City, Ohio, has been growing their small groups within our church. This is remarkable to me because my experience is typically large churches do this so people won’t feel lost within a huge membership. Buckye is caring about each one of the almost 400 members and attendees.

Lisa W. has begun a small, mid-week group that I would have loved to attend. I haven’t been behind the wheel of a car since February 2004, due to my MS, so how would I get there? It didn’t seem fair for me to commit to a group that someone else would need to take me to and from.

Then the thought that I could start a small group in our home came to me. At first, it seemed selfish or self-serving. But soon I realized that opening our home and welcoming friends was not selfish. After emailing my idea back and forth with a friend at Buckeye, I knew it’s what God wanted me to do. I prayed about a theme.

Within the same week the idea came to me to start a small group, the theme idea came to me in and obvious and  quiet voice. “Remember the song I gave you years ago, ‘Made with Love’?” and I looked up at the kitchen ceiling and said, “Yes! That’s it!” I wasso excited I emailed my friend right away telling her that God had nudged me with the theme.

The song’s first two lines are:

The tag upon the worn old quilt, said it was made with love;
The sweater that my grandma knit I know she made with love!

I would name the group “Made with Love” and invite others to come and bring needlework or crafts to work on while we visited.

It was God who did this, not me. It’s all about God, not me.

Thanks for listening!

Amy, from Buckeye, found this picture and added the words of the group:

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One thought on “Still Small Voice

  1. Elizabeth,
    I have been deaf on the right ear since I had scarlet fever when I was five years old and now I barely have any hearing on my left ear.Just Reading your journal on these pages makes me feel that it was by no accedent that I stumbled on to your page while serfing the pages.
    I consider your request for a signed book of mine an honor an am privilaged to send it signed as soon as my order arrives from Amazon. Please let me know where to send it.
    Eva

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