I did a cake demonstration today at out MOM's group and a short devotional. My stomach was in knots. Just before it started I slipped into the other room and just took a breath, tried to pretend I was just back stage, and prayed. I prayed that God would calm my nerves and let me say whatever he wanted me to say.
Sometimes things don't go exactly as I planned. I looked at the clock and it was time for me to be done and I hadn't even gotten to the devotional yet. I looked out at the faces sitting before me. Several were just blank like they wouldn't even care if I took a nose dive into the cake and then crashed through the stage. But I was determined that God had given me an analogy and I wanted to get it out.
I'm not exactly sure what I said or if it came out the right way. I had at least three pages of notes that I didn't even use (and Jax had spilled coffee on this morning.) But somehow a condensed version came out. After it was over I felt like going and crying in the bathroom. But I didn't, I just took a deep breath and told God, "I hope that I said what you wanted."
We did a cute craft and ate a fun lunch (Kyle would call it chick food) and Crissy Clayton had some really good parenting tips (which I'm thinking I need to put on the fridge!)
The cake didn't go as planned, the devo didn't go as planned. But I will give God the glory for it anyway, because "In he heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his course." Prvb 16:9