I am not what you call brave, or really outgoing.
At 5 years old fear was a stranger looking at me.
I would dissolve into floods of tears. Oh yes I was a real joy to take shopping, terrifying nightmarish strangers everywhere!
I was shy, awkwardly shy.
It continued on into teen years. I hated it.
Only those who have experienced shyness truly know how hard it is to overcome. I really didn’t feel like I had a voice or that I had much to offer the world because the wall of shyness seemed to high to climb.
I wanted so much to be used by God but yet I couldn’t understand how he could use me.
My unwanted friend “Shy” followed me everywhere. How I loathed being the quiet one.
What I didn’t know was God was planning to use me in my own unique way. What I didn’t know was little shy me had a hope and a future.
At 22 I still get shy, I still lack courage, but now I am learning to live in the freedom of being open for God use me in a handpicked unique way, instead of trying to copy the outgoing girl and falling short.
And don’t worry I can safely go shopping with you and I won’t cry.