Do It Afraid

Do it afraid.

This past weekend I went to the Belong Tour in Dallas. Of all of the truth and encouragement I received over the weekend, those three words hit me the hardest. By nature I am a planner. I want to know the next step. I have a plan B, C, D, E.  I like to be in control. This is why I hate to ski (nothing about strapping two sticks of wood to my feet and throwing myself down a mountain exudes control in the least to me) and why I am our family’s driver when going down a windy mountain road with no guardrail (I may be the worst backseat driver ever).

I’ve been ignoring an incessant whisper in my life to start writing for some time now. There are too many unsure things for me: What would I write about? Who would actually read it? What if people think I am too ______? So this is me doing it afraid. I have NO clue how to do this, what this is going to be about, if anyone besides my husband and my Mom will read this. But here goes nothing, feel free to follow our somewhat crazy life with 3 kids 4 and under, and the trouble I get into when being a Pastor’s wife with no filter.