That’s why it’s called stepping out in faith, Mary!

Those longish feet are mine. But they’re fraidy feet. They boast of many things like how fearless they are, how they’re up for amazing adventure, but the truth is, they’re scared to trust when the shoe rubber hits the grass.

I’ve been making a shift lately. Some of you have seen it here, discerned it. I’m stepping out into new territory, afraid, yet expectant. I’m embracing the calling God has whispered in my ear, confirmed through many of you.

I am to write for you.

For those who suffer.

For those who differ.

For those who feel alone.

In that, I’m seeing such growth. In me. And in you.

But I’m still a little scared to trust. To step forward. To throw my dreams at Jesus’ feet.

Odd how this has been one of the most stressful weeks of my year, full of money stress, angst, and a crazy roller-coaster ride of emotions. Such lows and highs. Criticism measured. Praise given. (I learned yesterday that I was a Christy Award Finalist for Daisy Chain.) Money pestering.

I hear the echoes of Hebrews 11:1: “Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen; it gives us assurance about things we cannot see.” I don’t know if going this new, streamlined direction will produce income. I can’t see the future. I don’t know what tomorrow holds. And often, I cower instead of rest in confidence. I’m a learner. A struggler. An honest girl who makes mistakes, afraid of stepping out for fear of failure.

And yet, there’s the calling.

Right now, I take one step into that unknown. Will you step with me?

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