So, my speaking engagement at Mosaic has been bumped by a week, to me now being the speaker the first weekend in October.
Just gives me an extra week to -- you know -- freak. :)
Honestly, I'm not nervous in the least bit. Which, this morning, I was trying to figure out WHY, when it hit me: maybe I'm NOT supposed to be nervous. Yeah, the honor/yoke of being the mouthpiece for God in this setting comes with it a set of serious responsibilities - but ultimately? The topic/idea/theme (whatever you want to call it) has been stinging my brain and soul for the last few weeks...so I know it's divinely inspired. And, I have enough faith that if I stood up and quacked like a duck for an hour, God could somehow still use that.
I mean, look how spiritually messed up some of those kids at the 706 wound up being after my influence for the last few years... :)
And truthfully, I feel...comfortable. Not complacent, but...at ease. Comfortable about speaking, comfortable about the responsibility, comfortable about...all of it.
This all but cements that whole "calling" thing, don't it?