For practically all of my life I’ve been a very ‘can do, and do on my own, I don’t need anyone’s help’ kind of person.
This can be incredibly problematic at times.
Example 1: I’m very short. I often try to pretend like I’m not by doing things that a short person shouldn’t do. It usually ends in injury or embarrassment. (Or both.)
Example 2: I think I can handle far more than I can, then I overwork myself, get sick and frustrated, and turn into a not pleasant person to be around.
I like to do things on my own. I am capable, I am independent. Asking for help is almost as bad as my fear of spiders (arachnophobia, though I did google if there is a phobia associated with asking people for help. There isn’t).
And then… God messes with you. He has this funny way of finding your ‘thing’, and prodding it until you give it away.
In March, God first suggested me taking a leap of faith, take a season to focus on worship, and raising sponsorships.
I said, ‘Absolutely not, God. That’s lazy.’ And that was it.
Fast forward a month, in a tearful conversation with my lovely pastors Paul and Andi, where Andi says, ‘Why don’t you just take a season to focus on worship, and raise sponsorships…?’
Okay God, I hear you.
So yesterday, I held my breath as I published the post on Facebook about YEARofWORSHIP. Some knew about it, and were already partnering with me on the journey, which I have been so thankful for. But, yesterday, I publicly said via social media… I’m following God’s call, AND I NEED YOUR HELP.
And you know what’s cool? Though it’s slightly nerve-wracking, I know God has this. He’s asked me to do this, and I know he’ll provide. And I know He will set aside people that believe in this call, and I won’t have to do it alone. AND IN THE END, all the glory goes to God.
So, goodbye pride. Here’s to following Him.