I Survived!

Carlos was out and I did it! I survived running the morning show all on my own. I feel like the 5 year old girl who keeps peddling after her dad lets go of the bike seat, finally cruising down the sidewalk all on her own, wind in her hair, a tight hold on the rubber grips, denim jeans supported by a hot pink banana seat... How's that for a mental picture? In real life, that moment ended with me crashing into a chain link fence. But fast forward twenty-something years and switch out the bike for a control board at a radio station and my dad for Carlos... now this is just getting bizarre. This time I didn't crash. There were a couple of balance checks, but overall, I survived running the board (which by the way has about 200 little buttons on it!) and hosting the show alone.

I think back to December of '07. All I had on my mind was my upcoming wedding set for the following month, and my promotions responsibilities, of course. Then a total curve ball came my way: I'm going to be on the morning show. Come again? I thought I just heard you say that I am going to be on the morning show. Me, the girl with no on-air experience except for a three-hour weekend show that, incidentally, I'd only been doing for about two months. January 7th of '08 was the first "Big Big House Morning Show" and I stumbled through it as the co-pilot. Since then I've improved, but I still have my moments of total amateurness, if that's even a word.

I set a goal for myself then of learning how to run the board, but I didn't really want to know. It's way too scary. I'm nice and comfy on my side, clicking away on the lap top. Whenever Carlos is out on vacation, someone will fill in for him and I can stay in my comfort zone. Then a couple of months ago, Carlos said, "April 9th is the day. I'm going to be out. You're on your own. It's Holy Thursday, so it can be kind of low-key." As if that makes any difference. Even in a "low-key" show, I still have to push the buttons!

Nevertheless, I came in this morning to a dark, empty building and cracked open the mic, praying the whole time that I wouldn't totally screw up. I joked my way through it; "I've drank an entire bottle of Pepto Bismol!" "You might come in and find me in the corner in the fetal position, rocking back and forth." But the hours passed, 10AM finally came and not only did I make it through, I actually did a pretty good job. My mom even called in to tell me so!

I've said this before, but I know that God has me where He wants me. Not to say there haven't been ups and downs. There have! I didn't know days like today were in His plan, but I guess that's another thing God is good at- keeping us on our toes.

It's true. God doesn't call the equipped. He equips the called. I hope you can take this thought with you and apply it to your own life. If you're asked to do something for Him and you don't think you're qualified, able, courageous or worthy enough to pull it off, you're wrong. Just say a prayer, take a deep breath and keep peddling!

Have a very Happy Easter!

Abby