A few months ago I received a message. At first I was shocked. Then in disbelief. Then complete denial. “We would like you to join our team.” Wow.
I have been told I’m a “good” writer. I feel my writing can be better, so I never believe that of myself. I am nothing special. A mom. With ADD. That shows in my writing.
After all…I still haven’t finished my ABC science series…or finished my how-to-homeschool in Oregon series…or balanced my checkbook. How on earth can I be a good writer?
My friend encourages me to say yes. To pray. To consider.
I’m scared. What if they don’t like my writing? What if I can’t keep up? What if their 30,000+ fans think I’m the worst contributor in the history of the team?
Fear flows over me like Niagara Falls. I relish in the comfortable feeling. Fear I know. Fear I am ok with. The unknown? Not so much. Moving outside my own skin? Ya, not going there. Taking a chance on opportunity? Stubbornly NO.
I say no. No. No. No. I’m scared.
Taunya, I made you. I know you. You can write. Write. Use your voice.
But Father, you don’t know Me…
Yes. I do. I made you. Exactly as I want you to be. Say Yes. Trust me.
But I’m scared.
I make the call.
On the other side of the country the sweetest lady answers my call. Instant heart-connection. I know God has orchestrated this conversation. Despite the butterflies. Despite the fear. Despite the nagging “You’ll be rejected” voice, I say yes.
I am a Hip Homeschool Mom
So, if you’re still with me…I’d like to share with you my “debut” article. Today I wrote about helping kids grow a heart of Thanksgiving using pie…
I hope you enjoy!