Many years ago when my daughter was young, we would spend Wednesday evenings at church for mid-week Sunday school. I would stay to help with her rather large preschool class—not really because I wanted to, but because the church was a bit of a drive from home and it was easier to stay.
One Wednesday, I received a call from the children’s ministry director. She said the teacher for the preschool class was sick and asked if I would teach the class that night. She probably explained what the lesson was for that night, but I don’t remember that part of the conversation. What I do remember is the panic I felt as I agreed to fill in.
Let me tell you, this was far outside of my comfort zone. So far that I don’t think I could even see it from the edge of my comfort zone.
I barely had enough patience for my one child, much less a room full of children. Did I mention this was a preschool class? A large preschool class—ages 2-5? Attention spans were all over the place, including mine.
As I hung up the phone wondering why I couldn’t think of an excuse to say no quick enough, I remembered something. Just the previous night I’d had a dream—a dream that this director called me just hours before the class and asked me to teach that night.
I hadn’t thought about the dream until that moment of stunned silence. I knew there was no way this was a coincidence. This was God preparing me for this challenge.
I distinctly remember the thought that gave me confidence that night. The thought I spoke aloud as I surrendered to Him.
God, if You think I can do this…then I must be able to do it.
After all, God knows better than I do. Was I nervous? Yes. Stressed out? Most likely. Looking forward to it? Probably not. And yet, it felt different. I had a confidence that didn’t come from me. It was from Him. God had the confidence I didn’t have, and when I chose to trust Him, His confidence covered me.
All afternoon, I reminded myself that God knew I could do this. What I thought didn’t matter. I knew He would be there with me. I don’t remember that night’s class at all, but I know I got through it. And I remember telling the director about the dream and seeing her look of awe.
As I look back, I realize now that it was the first time I can remember when I stepped forward in faith to do something I would never have volunteered to do. God wasn’t calling me to be a teacher. He was teaching me to trust Him and walk in faith. And when you follow Him once into the uncomfortable unknown, each time after that gets a little easier.