Recently, I was asked to be part of a retreat that ministers to women in need. I loved that I was asked. I loved being in a ministry that has purpose. I loved the “thought” of following Jesus wherever He asked me to go. Until He did. Ask, that is.
The problem was that to join in, I would need to fly in Covid-infested waters from one city to another. I would need to leave a family member who is not in the best of health. I would need to leave my cozy home that is nestled in the big woods.
The reality of being “all-in” with whatever the Lord wanted me to do was that I was not. The sinful glare of “lip service” was painfully coming into focus.