Are you my Mother?

Do you remember the old P.D. Eastman book, Are you my mother?  The little bird falls out of her nest and she can’t find her mother.  She asks a dog, a cat, a cow, “Are you my mother?”  And on down the line until it gets really absurd and she’s asking a mechanic crane, “Are you my mother?”  Of course none of those things are her mother and she must keep searching until she eventually does find her mother and all is well.

I feel a bit like that little bird, only I haven’t lost my mother, - I can’t find my ministry.  Ministry opportunities abound and I approach each one asking, “Are you my ministry?”  My time has not been wasted, I teach English in the afternoons, play with a couple of the neighborhood girls, pray for my team.  And I know it is all good, the Lord is bringing me through a process.  However, I feel my destiny eludes me.