“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”
Carrie Flener felt something was missing. With her youngest child entering preschool, she sensed God was nudging her to do something in addition to mom duties. However, after being a stay-at-home mom for the previous 9 years and having moved several times because of her husband’s job in television news, she knew her resume would not open many career doors in the traditional way.
A self-starter, she had run an Etsy shop for a time while her kids were little, as well as an in-home bread business for a season. She enjoyed the flexibility the ventures had offered, and she entertained the notion of starting her own business, though no idea stood out to her.
“I longed for more, but wasn’t sure what that looked like,” she said. Continue reading “When God nudges you to new: The birth of ETCH with Carrie Flener”
Fear is a four-letter word. For good reason. No word keeps a winged dreamer from flying like fear does.
April Tillery knows the weight of fear well.
“I really struggled with fear of lack for a long time,” she said. Lack of not being enough or having enough. Lack of time, resources, opportunity, potential customers. Everything.
Fear kept this wife and mom of five from freely following the nudges from God to step outside her comfort zone and discover His dream for her life. Continue reading “Overcoming the Fear: April Tillery on finding her way to a blossoming dream”
About a month ago, my family helped me convert the playroom into a writing office.
My first-ever writing office. My first-ever claim to a physical territory representing the creative one I had long been staking out.
For so many years, I was afraid to make this claim, to bravely plant a flag in the physical sphere and say, “This is my space.”
Self-doubt, fear of failure, fear of selfish ambition held me back from making this claim.
(Read: Is My Dream Selfish Ambition?)
I felt I didn’t deserve to have a writing office. Continue reading “What I want my daughters to remember about me pursuing my dream”