Leap Fearlessly

Love with abandon

Surrender your fear

What is calling you?

Hold onto your hope

Teach kindness

Feel the possibilities

I saw this little journal on Friday.

It was the day after Thursday which

follows Wednesday.

You didn’t know you were going to get a calendar

lesson did you?

Wednesday  I felt disillusioned

and discouraged.

A bit of history is in order.

After a year of keeping a big fear at

arms length, I made a change.

I hadn’t wanted to change.

The familiar was  comfortable.

Yet one day in January, without

warning or fanfare, I felt like God

said that it was time to say yes.

When fear is involved, saying no is always easier.

Saying yes is risky and messier and issues an invitation to  sleepless nights.

After the yes, doubts inhabit the mind and emotions.

Allowing those words to escape may feel like a weak moment

or a wrong turn.

God wants to carry and use us when we are the most feeble.

I kept holding His hand.

I asked for prayer…tons of it.

I stayed close to His Word.

I decided to work as a physical therapist after 10 years

of laying that profession aside.

It has been scary as it has been TEN. YEARS.

The hardest part has been that saying yes felt like saying goodbye

to a dream.

God whispered that I was already a writer and that He would

mark my path to do both.

I have the tendency to think in extremes, an either/or existence in living.

God likes to use the word “and”.

Which leads back to Wednesday and my discouragement.

The phone remained silent in regards to work.

I continued to wait for what seemed like the elusive first day of work.

I looked at this blog and I started to wonder what was the point.

Perhaps I should “close up shop”.

I received a text from a friend reminding me that she was thinking of me.

That helped.

I retreated to my bedroom and prayed the hours and prayed for others and

prayed for myself.

I asked God all the why questions.

I got up.

I felt better.

I posted  this  leading to  this  because He had reminded me.

God was assembling a cheering section.

A text message, a couple of emails, my parents visiting and cheering,

my husband praying for and entering the struggle with me, the Word

and His presence, rescued me on Wednesday.

In the course of a few hours, confirmation of the solidity

of this blog was loud and clear and I was booked for my first day of work.

Thursday brought steps into a former world.

A day that demanded extra-strength antiperspirants.

There will be a learning curve but I know that God doesn’t grade me.

He just loves me.

He delights that I let Him be strong.

At the end of that day, I taped in my journal, little slips of paper that

spurred me forward…

a thank you from a reader,

a couple of new subscribers,

a thank you from a patient’s family member.

God’s tender touch to remind me,

all because of Him,

I can do this and that.

Friday I read the words on the journal above and had it been

Wednesday, the words would not have felt so true,

so rich,

and so full of peace.

I needed Wednesday to get to Friday.

Tell me which line of the journal cover resonates with you
and I will draw one comment and send you this journal,
perfect to stick in your purse and be reminded of all the
"and's" of God.
I will draw a winner on Monday evening.