The church library celebrated its Grand Opening today. While it wasn't quite as Grand as I'd hoped, I'm just so happy to be officially open to the public. And we did have our first book checked out (Francine Rivers' Redeeming Love - I couldn't have made a better selection myself), so all is good!
I may not have been terribly surprised when no one came to our 7:45 opening (though the attendance at our later hour was much better), but it did leave me blaming myself, feeling as though others who had been counting on my leadership or initiative or whatever quality was necessary to spearhead this thing had been let down. I had not done my best and failed in so many areas I had intended to try harder. I didn't advertise enough, communicate enough - fill in the blank, I wasn't enough.
And then I went the familiar route - this isn't my area. I'm not a promoter, I'm a behind-the-scenes kind of girl. I am not up to the task - I am in over my head.
This was when I remembered that I did not choose this task alone. God chose me to lead this library - or at least initiate it. And His power is made perfect in weakness. I may not be the best person for the job, but I am the one God chose. And that, in itself, is enough.
This is not, nor have I ever considered it, my library. It is His library. I am merely His workman. May I be able to present myself unashamed.
The kids enjoyed the fact that the Grand Opening of the library meant leftover donuts and bundles of balloons (or "Noo!" as Emmett calls his) to take home. Meanwhile, I'm just grateful little man is still of the age where he is just happy to have one "Noo" and doesn't recognize his sister is clinging to four. (Okay, so maybe he doesn't look to happy here, but that has more to do with Mommy interrupting play time for picture time than an inequality in balloon dispersion.)