Inside: I can’t call myself a writer because I’m still not comfortable with this calling. I’m learning why life begins at the end of your comfort zone.
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I can’t call myself a writer because I’m still not comfortable in this calling. There, I said it and I’m owning it. The chuckles are continuing to reverberate in my mind. This is ridiculous, I can’t trust myself with this title.
I guess I can’t believe God would use me in this way. Who am I anyway? The truth is God calls us to unknown places which are definitely out of our comfort zone.
Have you ever felt this way?
It’s important to realize: God calls us to unknown places which are definitely out of our comfort.
This is way outside my comfort zone. My worries, fears, and doubts show up daily. Here’s what I forget: God didn’t promise a comfortable, plush life.
If you don’t know my story, you can read it here.
Leaving My Comfortable
My writing is most often what God lays on my heart, but it’s more often than naught, what I need to hear. I never want it to come across as it’s only about me, but rather I’m hoping to admit what I’m struggling with and speak to other’s hearts.
Isn’t that what we all crave anyway? We want to know what we’re not alone in this great big world. We desire others to see us: the real us. The parts we can’t share outside our homes, those places we try our hardest to keep masked.
We want to be embraced and loved as we are, not what we wish we were. To be cherished and valued every day in our worn-out sweats and bedhead, to know we matter and have a greater purpose than washing dishes and schlepping kids around.
Can I tell you a secret?
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