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here we/I go again

A year ago a friend approached me with an idea she had. I told her idea was a LOT of work and left it at that. Since that time she has mentioned it twice. Then last week she brought it up AGAIN and even threw out a bit of a challenge: she wanted me to help write her idea or else teach her how to do it. Again, I told her how much work this idea was, how much time was involved, and how it would require working a bare minimum of 3 months in advance, six months preferably, blah, blah , blah.

So Sunday morning, when I should have really been focusing on the message in the Easter drama, my brain kicks into overdrive and I find myself thinking of various plot lines, focal points, and potential stage designs. In other words, her idea, despite my protests, has taken root in my brain. I've even decided what the next/first step of action for us is.

Creativity is a wonderful thing. It can also be a bit scary and overwhelming. At this point I don't want to go into a lot of details as we're still in the planning/praying stages, but I'm asking you to join me in praying for three things during the remainder of this month:
  1. that God will give us the same message/idea
  2. for wisdom in choosing a format
  3. for God to begin pulling the right people together if this is to be a reality
Meanwhile, our April calendar is quickly filling. Perhaps May will be a little calmer. Perhaps.

Comments

Lydia said…
Oooo....you've got my interest:) I'll be praying and can't wait until you share more!!!!

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