Who is Translating What?

Last Sunday I had a great opportunity and a first.  I was invited to share a testimony at the church where Abi works.  I wrote it all out and was prepared but nervous.  When we talked to Abi, it became clear this was to be an extemporaneous speech.  The idea was not for me to have Abi read what I wrote, but for me to use my writing as my notes, and compose in front of everyone.  My mom would then pass on my written word to Abi who would translate it into beautiful Japanese.  Now I was really scared. Could I do this?  Well, since my testimony involved God ministering in miraculous ways through me, it did not seem I had much room to fret.  When the time came for me to “speak” I was nervous.  To increase the drama Abi’s dog was so glad to see to see me, she barked outside the window the entire time I was presenting.  However, it began to flow. And in the end Mama was simultaneously translating my words to Abi who simultaneously translated them into Japanese.  I think it went well, and I can see more of this in the future.  As I look back on it I am chagrinned that I expended energy worrying about it.  God always is there translating my life into a manifestation of His glory.  It also works better when I do not get in His way.  When I am fretting, I am focused on Jeffrey, not God.  That does not accomplish the goal.  So, I better put Jeffrey in the back, and God in the front.  I think it works better that way.