“Jan. 21, 6 pm, my house. Tacos.”
This is what I texted a few twenty-something single ladies with the heartfelt hope at least one of them would actually show up.
After more than a year of feeling the Lord prod me to do more ministry for twenty-somethings and then proceeding to wonder if He was for-real serious, the day had finally come.
I told the few ladies I knew the date and time, and I told myself to leave the rest up to God.
Easier said than done. No bigger ball of nerves has existed than me on Jan. 21. Even after setting the date, I fretted if I should do this.
ACTUAL fears that plagued me: Continue reading “If you’re scared, you’re ready”