I'm working on some handmade ornaments for an exchange at Bible study next week. As I cut and snip and stitch and do-over, I think of what a work in progress I am.
I am not singing in the cantata this year. Our small group is singing one song on December 27. We rehearsed last night, and as the gals were talking about the beauty and difficulty of the cantata, I was tempted to wallow in a little bit of self-pity. One of my favorite 'jobs' ever, was directing the choir. Second, would be singing in the choir.
And that is simply not possible now for a variety of reasons.
So, I made a conscious choice to thank God for all those wonderful times of choir, as well as ask Him to show me how I might best serve Him now.
However, were you to drive by my house and should you happen to peek in the window, you might see me waving my arms, directing an imaginary choir.
I am still a work in progress.