It all started as a strategy for outreach. We sat around a table and began to dream out loud, trusting that the fire of shared passion and the wisdom of group process would yield creative ideas for communicating the love of Christ to our community.
I don’t mind confessing that I loved my dream. We would offer free oil changes to those in need: the poor, the elderly, single parents, come one, come all! Coffee and brownies would make the most of the waiting time as those of us less talented with a wrench would fill cups and keep the conversation flowing. We prepared colorful informational brochures about our church and its programs. We bought supplies, spread the word, and waited.
Not one person signed up.
Not one person called to inquire.
The spectacular crash and burn of my dream rang in my ears for a long time. In fact, it was all I could hear, and it was ages before my idea spigot found its way back to the on-position once again.
Tell me, have you had this kind of experience? When failure veers into your perfectly laid plans from out of nowhere, it’s hard to recover–and hard to trust again. I’m sharing my story in full today over at Rachel Lee‘s writing home, and it’s my pure joy to invite you to join me over there for the remainder.
And while you are there…
Rachel is hosting a summer series featuring Stories of Hope from women who have found hope in Christ in the context of suffering, divorce, chronic illness, church hurt, mental illness, and much more. Click here for details about the many topics addressed in the series.
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