I’ve been writing at this site now for over three years, which feels like a long time. Maybe it is?
And over those years and in all the God-sized Dreaming that’s happened in my heart, I’ve shared a lot with you about the dreams I have that fit within my comfort zone. They mostly involve writing, parenting, running, drinking coffee, and the occasional crazy adventure like swinging from a vine in the middle of a Sumatran jungle.
For whatever reason, those things…they’re me. I’ve let them become part of what defines me.
But lately…other than parenting and the coffee that is necessary to actually BE a mama…those dreams seem to have taken a backseat to everything else…possibly the very last seat in a very large bus. Between life with a baby boy and keeping up with a first grader (now-second grader…what?!) I haven’t had a lot of time or energy or mental capacity to chase down anything other than my ten month old son who thinks it’s awesome to use his hulk-like abilities to pull baby gates off walls. 😉
My confession? Words have been few and adventures even fewer.
But several months ago, an opportunity was plopped into my lap…one I didn’t see coming and one that didn’t fit into my comfort zone at all.
I’d gone with my daughter’s class to see a musical production of Elf, Jr. After the show, I was standing in the lobby talking with another mom and one of the teachers, who are both in charge of the Summer Youth Theater program at our church each year. They were talking about how much fun it would be to do this show…and ever the extrovert who doesn’t think things through before she says them (maybe we call that impulsive?!) I piped up, Let me know if I can help you out!
And I totally meant it. I love making music. Drama comes (more than) a bit naturally. I was an art teacher for a year, so there’s some creative talent somewhere in there. And, really, I just love seeing a show come together…all the parts of it. It’s so cool!
So I offered and figured they’d just smile, nod, and say thanks. Instead, they exchanged a look, and I might have panicked a bit.
Would you like to be the art teacher and design the sets for it? We need someone.
If I’d been sitting down, I would have fallen off my chair. Instead I smiled and said, Sure!
And then I stopped to think about what I’d actually agreed to in a single word.
Over the months since that conversation took place, I’ve done a lot of planning. I’ve read through the script multiple times, sat through tryouts, made notes, lists, and sketches, researched prices of things. I’ve watched (and sung along with) the animated Elf musical more times than you’d care to know.
Let’s just say my life has been very, very SparkleJollyTwinkleJingley. 😀
I’ve done so much planning, but can I confess something?
Every time I think about that first morning of camp…coming up in just two weeks (pray for me?)…my heart races a little. There’s some fear, tucked somewhere in there.
I know I can plan and plan and be as ready as ever, but I can’t predict how things will go. It’s all new territory, and I just have to take it and pray for His strength to do the best I can.
And right now, my best is two things. First, choose to hand it all over to God instead of freak out; and second, decide what I need to do today and do it.
And today, I’ll be hopping over to Home Depot to buy some backdrops, and you can bet I’ll be covered with sky blue and black paint before the week is over. 😉
And then? Well, I’ll tackle what’s next and remember that sometimes we just have to let go and put what we have into it all. I’m all about giving something everything I have, but it won’t do me any good to add fear to that and let it reside in my heart and take me to places of worry that I don’t need to go.
And maybe…just maybe I’ll find out that I love this whole thing…the creating, the imagining, the unknown that comes with being part of constructing something beautiful. I’m hoping so.
Designing sets…it’s not really a dream that was ever on my radar.
So here’s to a new adventure…and lots and LOTS of painting. 😉 Let me know if you’ve got any tips!
Shared by: Mel Schroeder