Stone Statues; Squirrel on Steroids; and the Green Room Door

I should be paralyzed like a stone statue, but instead I am flitting around the room like an overgrown squirrel on steroids.  

I am in the "Green Room" awaiting my que. I am bouncing around and attempting to go through all the words, but an odd sense of elation is exploding from deep inside of me.  I give up and fall on my knees.  With gratitude for the gift of words and the message He has embedded in my heart, I pour out my thanksgiving to him in an audible voice.  I know He has got this and will orchestrate my words the way He sees fit. I have done my part and now it is up to Him to take the message and speak to each one individually in a way that only He can.

In many ways, I feel as if these last few months I have been pregnant and today is the delivery day.

If you have ever delivered a baby, you know the realization that suddenly hits you when you become aware that there is no other way for this baby to be born, except for you to walk through the "delivery".  It is an odd mixture of exhilaration, fear, and incredible joy.  You realize that your life will NEVER be the same from the moment of delivery on.  Standing behind the "Green Room Door,"  I am experiencing all of these same emotions.

Waiting in the wings, a calmness washes over me. A deep longing to look into the faces of these precious women overtakes me.  I hear the introduction and feel my feet moving toward the center of the stage.  Pausing briefly, I am thankful the house lights are up enough to see each face turned up in expectation.  I hear the words being pushed through my vocal chords. Through my own  eyes, I am seeing how my story is allowing them to say, "Me too!"  I finish with a spoken word piece that He wrote on my heart.  Turning, I stroll off the stage.

Something inside of me wells up and I find warm liquid cascading down my soft flushed cheeks. My heart is bubbling over with a deep sense of gratitude to the one who created me;  has walked with me; has carried me ; and has sat next to me on this rollercoaster of a journey called life.   Taking a moment to collect myself, I pause to offer my thanksgiving for the opportunity to tell these ladies that their stories matter.  To let them see that God has given them each a unique life, and therefore story, that is a gift to share. 

What opportunity do you need to say "Yes!" to? What is He putting in front of you? Your "Yes!" could change someone elses life, delivery will change yours.

Until We Chat Again,

The Plank-Eyed Girl