It’s 5am on a Monday morning and I am writing a blog post. Welcome to Unscripted. I am still coming off of the emotional high of the past week. As if the week before it wasn’t awesome enough (a week with my bride in our favorite place the Outer Banks), last week was powerful. Let me explain.
It’s been well documented here that I wasn’t and am not that bright. I’ve told you I got a 13 on my ACT. I am ADHD, colorblind, dyslexic and probably any other thing they haven’t defined yet. There will certainly be errors in this very post. As we say back in Cleveland, “I ain’t the one.”
God says I Am.
I trust Him.
Then He says “watch this.”
Growing up, my hero was Mark Price. I wanted to be Mark Price. Last week, I traveled to his basketball camp at Grace Church in Bath, Ohio. We recorded a live Episode 88 of his podcast with campers, staff and parents in the audience.
A few years ago, Mark Price was kind enough to listen to that kid from Bedford, Ohio with the truck full of issues on an idea. 88 Episodes later, we were sitting on high chairs on a platform recording his podcast, sharing the word of Jesus with a gathering of people.
God says I Am.
I then got in my car to attend The Speak Up Conference.
A few months ago my dear friend Rachel Wojo contacted me because there was an opening. She thought I could offer something. A previous presenter dropped out and she knew that The Unscripted Collective builds websites. Throughout the rush to get me on the ticket, they invited me to speak on a platform with creators, host a breakout session and a series of one-on-one meetings. I parachuted into this conference that gave me far more than I could possibly give them. I sat on a high chair and shared the story of how I was told “you have no brand” in a previous position but I know and believe that….
God said “I Am.”
One final story…..
One year ago our family took a vacation to our happy place, the Outer Banks in North Carolina. The home we rented had one of those cheap plastic Adirondack Chairs. My version is that it had been in the sun too long and was weak. The truth is I’m a little chubby and the weight of my body and that chair didn’t get along. So midway through a card game, there were cracks, breaks and I ended up flat on my back, ankles to the sky and said chair in wreckage.
Since that day, I have chair trust issues (easier to blame the chairs than actually get in shape).
Last week I conquered the fears of sitting on 2 untrusted, unvetted high chairs to once again trust and see that God is good. He put me on those chairs. I didn’t earn them. He wrote those stories long before I even stepped on those platforms.
I don’t know who needs to hear this today, but you are Holy, righteous, redeemed and he has good plans for you. Trust His heart. Trust His plan…..
and trust those chairs.
AARON CONRAD 