Glitz, Glam, and...

A friend once asked me, "If you become famous, will you be able to handle the glitz and glam?" I thought of that question today...while picking up dog poop. I realized then that I am not a master, but a servant, and I always will be. Not only am I a servant of the Word, but also of words. It seems that I am a slave to the ideas and conversations that pop into my head. I've told my wife and friends that I am nothing more than a glorified typist. And it's true. Many times I have felt like I was taking dictation, having to tell Logan and Mindy, "Hey! Slow down a minute! Let me catch up." So I'm left to wonder, can a servant ever prepare for glitz and glam? I suppose that I could, because somehow or someway, it will always be smeared with dog poop. (I would insert an image here, but I think you get the picture). Come what may, I take my life as a servant one step at a time. I just have to be careful where I step.