Then I heard the voice of the Lord asking:
Who should I send? Who will go for us?
I said: Here I am. Send me.
-Isaiah 6:7-8 (CSB)
The girl held a small hand in hers.
Her companion skipped,
the little girl’s blonde curls bouncing along.
The church’s carpet was smooth and worn.
Their feet didn’t tread upon a dusty road,
but upon the beloved floors of a building.
What a beautiful day it was.
What a day to serve the Lord.
The girl’s thoughts were occupied with the child.
The weight of the little hand in hers
seemed to grow heavier:
She was supposed to teach this sweetheart about Jesus.
But could she do it correctly?
She sure hoped so.
The idea of standing in front of that Sunday-school classroom
What if she said the wrong thing?
Perhaps her voice was boring?
What if she couldn’t answer a 3rd graders question?
There was a tug on her arm.
The girl’s attention went to the smaller one.
The child’s eyes shone as she simply flashed a smile, dimples and all,
then her gentle humming filled the silence.
The older girl refrained
from giving this ball of sunshine a hug.
it uplifted her.
And her desire to do whatever God willed
echoed in her heart.
Whether that be:
teaching a Sunday-school lesson,
traveling across the globe,
or serving in an orphanage.
She wanted to be like Isaiah from the old testament.
A man who stood before God
in total surrender.
Now she gave a smile of her own.
“Here I am, God.” She whispered. “Send ME.”
May all our hearts repeat Isaiah’s words before God!