When they look at me I can see their expectation. They want to find confidence in their own ideas of who they believe me to be. Turning away as best I know how, I begin to genuinely panic. At this point I feel like one of those Navy guys standing on a flight deck with a couple of neon signal indicators trying to wave a plane into the right position before take-off!
My spirit is politely screaming, “I’m not the man, Jesus is The Man, Jesus is The God”. It’s time to unzip my outer suit and expose the inner man. The one who is so weak I cry desperation. When they see how miniscule I really am, their eyes refocus on their own upward calling and these precious ones take flight.