I'm not brave. Honestly, I'm a chicken. A scaredy-cat. Whatever names you want to throw out there. I blogged for a long time before I told close friends and family, because I would rather hear from strangers that I stink than from those close to me. I changed my mind a hundred times before I finally took the plunge and went back to school. I like the "run and hide" approach better than the "rush in and face it" approach.
But God is slowly changing all that. One of my favorite quotes is, "Great women aren't made in comfort zones." Over the past few years, I've learned that God doesn't like comfort zones, and He has a way of forcing us out of them. In order to go where God had called me, I've had to learn to face my fears and jump in head first, even when I'm shaking in my boots - which is pretty often. He's always there, holding my hand as I jump and leading me in my leaps of faith. He is faithful, even when I'm scared. Especially when I'm scared. I just have to jump.