By Kat Crawford © 2011
“The church pianist quit today,”
Gary told me when we walked into the parsonage after our third Sunday in a new
pastorate. “The board members tell me there is no one in the congregation that
can read music, much less play the piano.” He didn’t volunteer any more
information that afternoon, but Monday morning Gary said, “You’ll need to play
the piano for next Sunday’s service.”
“I can’t play in front of people!”
“Sure you can. You graduated from a
hymn playing course at Bible college, you can handle it.” Gary handed me his
choice of songs for the next week. “You’ll only need to fill in until we find
another pianist.”
Two weeks later when our 13-year-old son brought his teenage
school chums to church, our youth group quadrupled in size. One
day after church Gary said, “There isn’t anyone in the congregation that wants
to take on a bunch of unchurched teens.” When I raised my eyebrows he added,
“You only need to fill in until we find a youth director.”
When the teens brought their
parents and siblings, the church grew. Gary arrived home one Tuesday night
after a board meeting. “Tonight we talked about the need for a women’s
ministries group. If you’ll serve as the director until….”
I finished the statement for him.
“I know, until we find someone else.”
A year passed.
I turned 40.
It didn’t matter that I’d made many
friends in the congregation and for a year I’d managed to be successful in all
the roles I filled until someone came
along to relieve me, I truly felt old and unsure of myself. Then on a
Monday morning I received a phone call.
“Mrs. Crawford,” a well-modulated voice
I didn’t recognize said her name, her title, what sorority she represented and
then she said, “We’ve chosen you as ‘Woman of the Year.’”
“Really.”
“We’ll hold a banquet next month. Will
you be able to attend and accept the award?”
No longer did I feel
over-the-hill-forty. I quietly jumped up and down while I checked the calendar.
“Why yes, I’ll be able to attend,”
I replied in a sweet preacher’s wife voice. Wait
until Gary hears this. And Mom and Dad and…I stifled my giggles while the
sorority chairperson told me the planned events for the special evening. Before
she hung up she sighed deeply and said in a breathy relieved voice, “Oh, thank
you for accepting. You are the third woman I’ve asked. The others couldn’t make
it.”
Prayer: Thank you Lord for trusting me to create a
difference in the lives of others—and keeping me humble in the process. Amen.
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Kat Crawford is
the author of “Capsules of Hope: Survival Guide for Caregivers.” She is the
mother of three and grandmother of six. Her desire is to share life’s humor and
encouragement. Read more of her story atwww.lionheartedkat.com and www.caringbridge.org/visit/kat2009