It can be all too easy to drop the ball.

I shared a blog post this morning with my pastor, which he then shared with the church.

I tend not to do this. I don’t tend to get the moments of, “I need to share this now.” This morning wasn’t that different, but I did have an inclination that a post was relevant to what had just been spoken.
So I just accessed the post on my phone, and shared it with my pastor, with the words, we can all fall back on, of, “I don’t know if this is just me or God, but I just thought that I would show this to you.”

Short version, he did like it, and shared it with the church.

A few people said that it was good, but then one person said, “That was good what you shared today, it was for me.”

This is where I dropped the ball.
The post was, I see a Vessel.
Short version of the post, it’s about someone being broken on the inside, while appearing that everything is OK on the outside. God is then asking, “Let me in, so that I can then rebuild and strengthen you.”

Rather than sharing a further word from the Lord, (He will sometimes bring just the right word) or asking, “Would you like me to pray for you about this?” Well I did neither of these things.
Instead, I just explained that it was a post from my blog site, and then went onto to show were the post could be accessed on line.
I’m thinking that it wasn’t just shameless blog post advertising, but a thought of, “You can find a written version here, if you would like to re-read it.”

But why didn’t I just offer to pray for, or with this person?
I could have so easily made the offer. I feel that I should have done just this, make the offer of prayer.

I’ve been in that position.
The picture was given to me when I was the broken one.
I’ve also seen someone get excited, that they had heard correctly from God about a picture, that they had been given, about my being broken, and then miss what the message meant. Namely, about me being broken.

That time left me thinking, “It’s all well and good, you being excited about your hearing correctly from God, but have you actually heard the message you have been given?”

And now I’m effectively doing the very same thing.
Oh dear, how quickly we can drop the ball.
I did pray for them, afterwards, but wouldn’t it have been better, to have made the offer of prayer, to them, at the time?

Did I become the fool who offered to get a cup of tea, when an ambulance call was needed instead? (That’s a reference to “A modern day plank in the eye” post. Sorry, but there’s no short version for that one.)

Instead of feeling pleased with myself, that I might have got something right, couldn’t I have actually seen the person in front of me who was opening up to me, about their struggling, and then try to offer something else, that may be of help to them?
Something from Our Heavenly Father, would have been the best thing to bring.

Hopefully it wasn’t as bad as I’m making it out here. But even if it was, all I can do now, is to admit, ball dropped. Now don’t try to be too hard on yourself.
Just pick it up, and try to do better next time.
After all, you don’t learn to juggle, without dropping a ball or two.