At this very moment, my children are at Vacation Bible School. And I am not.
If that sounds too good to be true, keep reading.
After years of saying yes to leading and crafting and even performing an uninspired rendition of a "Space Cowgirl"—suffering a painful pelvic situation after break dancing wearing a huge metal cowboy buckle—I finally gathered the courage to say the naughty "N" word, to serving at VBS, which is so rare among women in churches today. I said no.
Clearly, per the pelvic injury, I learned this lesson the hard way.
Surprisingly, what finally gave me the courage to say no was someone who believed in the power of a good yes.
Melinda, a wise woman in my church, regularly welcomes others to join whatever God is up to by asking them to serve. She begins every gracious invitation—to lead at VBS, to provide a meal, to rake a lawn, to host a shower, or to offer a ride—with some form of "I'm just wondering if this has your name on it . . ."
Can you hear the freedom in those words?
Implicit is the acknowledgement that whatever the legitimate need, the person she's asking may or may not be called to meet it.
Inherent in the "ask" itself is the freedom to respond with a yes or with a no.
Understood is a confident certainty that God will provide someone to meet the need.
Basically, Melinda's gracious style of invitation to serve others is no less than kingdom genius.