Monday, April 07, 2014

I FELT LIKE AN OUTSIDER---By Guest Laurie Alice Eakes

The music faded away and the chatter commenced. As a congregation, we had finished the first song and were encouraged to take a few minutes to greet those aroundus. Standing at the end of the second row, I felt like an outsider, as everyone around me greeted one another by name, even going so far as to settle into conversation until one of the pastors bade us to focus on the announcements and then worship. I settled into my seat trying
not to feel sorry for myself. 


By now, I was getting used to being a stranger in a strange land. Over the past four years, we had moved five times because of my husband's job. Making friends and settling into a church home just didn't happen in those short time periods.

But we had been attending this one for over six months. Surely someone would speak to me, someone would remember that I had been attending, remember my name. We had gotten involved in a small group and everyone seemed friendly, even warm. Or maybe the nature of the small group simply meant they had to be friendly and warm to the others in the group. Sometimes I felt as though what I shared with the others met with blank stares and closed ears. 


And maybe it deserved to. I'm the last person to consider myself a font of spiritual wisdom. Although I prayed for others in the group--prayed aloud--intercession is not something I ever considered one of my spiritual gifts either.  Where I sat on the outside seat to have room for my guide dog, became symbolic--as much as I yearned to serve, as much as I prayed to serve, either the message wasn't getting through, or God didn't think I could.

I hope you're laughing at my pity party. I certainly am as I write
this. If I wanted to serve, I should have been out there offering my
talents, not that I knew what they were. Nick, my golden retriever,
would make an excellent greeter, but not everyone appreciates his
brand of enthusiastic welcome, and I am rather shy. I sing well
enough, but the worship team seemed settled with no one asking for
more vocalists. I even began to question whether or not I had found a church home despite the amazing preaching.

And then one Sunday, the worship leader offered to send us the music ahead of time so I could Braille it out. Then the director of the prayer room asked me to join the team in the prayer room after service for those who come in for intercession. And then my husband and I were asked to teach a class the next year.

I was speechless, overwhelmed with blessings shaken down and spilling over. Never, in all my years of attending church, had I been asked to do any of these things in a congregation. In those events, I realized that God hadn't been ignoring my request to serve; he had been preparing the way for me, had been preparing my heart to serve. 


About Laurie Alice Eakes


"Eakes has a charming way of making her novels come to life without being over the top," writes Romantic times of  bestselling,
award-winning author Laurie Alice Eakes. Since she lay in bed as a
child telling herself stories, she has fulfilled her dream of becoming
a published author, with a degree in English and French from Asbury University and a master's degree in writing fiction from Seton Hill University contributing to her career path. Now she has nearly two dozen books in print and more under contract.

After enough moves in the past four years to make U-Haul's stock rise, she now lives in Houston, Texas with her husband, Himalayan and Exotic felines , and golden retriever and black lab canines. If the carpet is relatively free of animal fur, then she is either frustrated with the current manuscript, or brainstorming another, the only two times she genuinely enjoys housekeeping.



A Lady's Honor


On the cliffs of nineteenth-century Cornwall, a spirited, impetuous
young woman is torn between the honor of her family and the longing of her heart.
 

1811 A tarnished reputation. A distant home. A forced engagement to a dangerous man. When Elizabeth Trelawny flees London, she has more than one reason to run. And when her carriage, pursued by her would-be fiancĂ©, is caught in a storm, she quickly accepts the help of a dark stranger. Anything to get back to Cornwall. 

Rowan Curnow is not exactly a stranger. Not quite a gentleman either, class disparity once kept him from courting Elizabeth. . . 

Even if it didn't keep him from kissing her. The couple elude their pursuers and reach Bastion Point, Elizabeth's future inheritance and the one place she calls home. But in the very act of spiriting her to safety, Rowan has jeopardized Elizabeth's inheritance---if her grandfather ever learns she spent the night, however innocently, in the company of a man . 

When smugglers unite the pair in a reckless, flirtatious alliance---an alliance that challenges the social normsthat Elizabeth has been raised to revere and rattles Rowan's fledgling faith in God---Elizabeth must choose between the obedience of a child and the desires of a woman: whether to cling to the safety of her family home or follow the man she loves.

3 comments:

Golden Keyes Parsons said...

I wonder how many of us feel like "outsiders" or "less than?" I certainly do much of the time, and I ask the Lord, why do I feel that way when I know I am accepted in the beloved? Don't feel alone, Laurie Alice. I think we all struggle with these emotions. Thank you for being so transparent. Blessings!

JoyAveryMelville said...

Laurie has been one of my fave authors for a long time. I LOOK for her books to come out and get excited when I see she's got another one ready to sell. Having been where she WAS in this post - wow - can I relate - I couldn't wait to see what God did for and through her...just knew there was a SOMETHING coming. ';)
Hugs, Christine and Laurie - BLESSINGS ABOUND!

Elaine Stock said...

What a beautiful testimony, Laurie.

Christine, thanks for hosting this beautiful guest.