I've always wanted God to call me to do great things, to stir the hearts of millions, or to live and die as a glorious witness to the power of His name.
Yet, here I am, still in the kitchen. Serving coffee and pie for Christ! A Miracle!
If He can use my life, despite my failures and failings (which are comical in their scope and breadth), He can use anyone as a testimony.
When I actually wake to the life He's given me, to His patience, love, grace, and mercy, to the transformation He's brought about in my life, and in the lives of those around me, I'm moved to tears.
And so, at the request of Christ I hang around the kitchen and open up the cupboards--
Behold!
The wine! The bread! The cans of corn!