Something next month

Yesterday someone said “You’re getting ordained as a deacon next month, right?  Are you nervous?”

And I thought to myself “I am now.  Thanks…”

The surprising part?  Not the smart ass response.  But that I was able to keep my snark to myself.  For once. 

Instead, I found myself recognizing the genuine concern.  And receiving it as the kindness that it was meant to be. 

Which is soooo out of character for me. 

Almost like God’s been working on me.  To get me ready for…something next month.