something small

I said yes.
It was a simple choice really. I decided anytime someone asked me to do something and my gut reaction was no- I would say yes. (This excludes any illegal/inappropriate behavior, naturally)
Since I hadn't be able to find my own open doors perhaps all the avoided opportunities were the right ones?

A lady that is close to me suggested I do this favor; a road trip to Virginia to deposit a visiting missionary's car and then meeting with the organizations staff. My gut said no because I am not the missionary type and driving is my third least favorite thing(1.sweating 2.using public restrooms).
But I readily said yes, and even got myself a little excited; should be a beautiful drive, never been to Virginia. As I was making preparation something seemed off, can't pinpoint it but this lady seemed guarded, indecisive and (gulp) long-winded.
But still I was committed, I thought God will use this opportunity in unknown ways, I will trust that. And I had plenty of  time, what could it hurt.

5 days, 1 meeting, 6 phone calls and 3 texts later and I'm not going.
But it wasn't me-it was her that backed out!
I kept saying yes every time I wanted to say no, gracefully and respectfully. She was kind to me and began being more transparent. Hesitancy is often insecurity. Ultimately it had to do with finances as my flight was quite expensive but I do wonder....
if He is just tenderly watching something small grow.

What I learned from the roo

Earlier this year I committed to say yes more this year....due to missed opportunities, stagnant curiousity and my stirring restlessness in the same.
It continues to be incredibly hard for me to do......its almost like a speciality Tourettes syndrome-no, no, no. So when an opportunity to do something I WOULD NEVER DO came up over the weekend I tried to regain my footing.... perhaps there have been no major changes because I haven't stepped out of my box.
So I went to bonnaroo...a music fest here in little tennessee.... very hippie scene for those that don't know- spoken word mikes, music 24/7, hemp, flip flops galore, jam fest, body odor, brotherly love, porta potty's- Most of which I was resistant to...But because I have a GREAT friend that challenges me to be more in several ways...I braided my hair, packed extra deodorant, wore a long hippie dress and headed out. What I found when I got there was (almost)worth the three trips to a porta-potty:

Few things influence people as much as music. Some people just don't like clothes and prefer paint. Free drinks are great. The brain/memory power behind over 80,000 people knowing the lyrics to every song is ridiculous....and should be fostered into something. Being outdoors is amazing. A hammock outdoors is heaven. What some would see as a farm others see as a HUGE moneymaker. Hippies are usually nice. There are all kinds of interesting people out there-meet some. Sani-wipes saved my life. Sometimes a simple guitar and great lyrics are all you need. There are times when being herded like cows is ok...and sometimes not.

Most importantly, I have an appreciation for friends, even more respect for artists, a love of community, and a blister from my flip-flops....just because I said yes.