A Servant's Heart

For awhile now, one of the spiritual muscles I've been wanting to flex more is serving (volunteering) on Sundays (or where needed) at church. I've been struggling between my selfishness with time and the desire to give my time in some way. I've started serving at church in two ways.

Small Group.
The first way I serve at church is as a co-leader of a small women's group. We meet each week on a regular basis. Our time together is spent getting to know one another and living life together. It's not just about what we did that day or the work we do in our jobs but we are able to connect at a much deeper level. We share what is making us joyful in our days, what saddens us. We discuss what life struggles we are experiencing right now and how we can support one another. We study the Bible and reflect on our pastor's message from the Sunday before. We pray together. We pray for each other's lives and we pray for the community beyond us. We pray for those who are sick or struggling. We pray. We praise.

When Loving Hearts Come Together.
I took this photo as part of my 365 Project (a photo everyday of my life for one year). It's one of my favorite shots I've ever done because it symbolizes what "community" really means. Every heart is different but together it's beautiful!
These are the hands of the women in my group.

Helping lead these women week in and week out is such a special time for me. I get to see how God is transforming them in their lives, building deeper faith in them and watching them love upon each other. It's a place of healing and feeling uplifted. It's a safe place where we can share life.

It took some courage for me to be a leader. Considering the time commitment and being in a leadership position (my natural tendency is to be a follower) is character building. But, learning how to be one is a life lesson. It is a blessing to be here.

Good morning. Welcome!
One of the other ways starting out as small step, I dipped my toe between two ministries; the Welcome team and the children's ministry. For one Sunday each month or so I'd serve on one team and on another the other team. Back and forth, back and forth I'd volunteer my time never really dedicating my efforts in a meaningful or impactful way. Where is God calling me to serve? Why does the time spent between the two ministries still leave me feeling empty? I prayed about it and felt He was asking me to be more focused with my time and not so scattered so that the time I do spend there can be used really getting to know the people who crossed the doors, meeting and knowing them.

On Sunday mornings, if you bring your child to the children's ministry, twice a month you will find me at the entrance checking them in and simply saying "Good morning. Welcome! I'm so happy to see you." What a joy it is to be around young children. I don't have any of my own but to see their vibrant, smiling faces brings a little bit of joy into my own heart. My role seems small and easy but really I find it to be important. After all, it was that first warm, friendly "Hello" I received when I first visited this church that had me coming back again... and again... and again. May I just be a piece of that "Hello".

Tomorrow morning when our church opens the doors at our new location I will be there to welcome the little ones and their parents.

I am humbled.
Serving is a humbling experience. It's getting outside of yourself, your own needs, your own desires to serve something so much greater than one person can possibly be. I'm humbled to let go of precious time where I sometimes would rather be using to fulfill my own needs but instead I use it to be available for another. Serving doesn't come naturally to me. I'm a selfish person. I am humbled.