When I Was a Rock Star
“Wait. You guys work for Adventures in Missions?! WHOA. That is so cool!”
I was famous. Someone I had just met knew all about our work and looked at us with awe and reverence. I clutched my diaper bag a little tighter and thought, “This – this must be what it feels like to be a rock star.”
Most discussions about our new job here in Georgia involve some education on what missions work is and why it’s needed. But yesterday’s conversation needed no explanation. He knew all about our organization, and we were rock stars for Jesus.
It’s nice to be recognized. It’s nice when people know your name. Last week while walking through Gainesville, I heard a friendly, “heeeyy!” and turned to see our maintenance guy. Being recognized on the street made me feel special and at home.
When I was 18, I wanted to rule the world. I wanted power, prestige and fame – to be a rock star in life.
Now at 31, I’m growing more content with a quieter life as a stay-at-home mom and missionary. I’ve learned that lasting legacy and value rarely come with wealth and power. The things that will last are the things Jesus asks me to do – and they may look quite insignificant at the time.
My understanding of success and value have matured over time. But sometimes, it feels good to be a rock star, just for a day.
