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It’s a free fall, this whole faith thing. It’s an arms flung wide, deep breath and stifled scream as you jump out, into nothing, into everything. A year and a half ago a word was whispered into the imprint of my heart. Write. He said. Write where you’ve been and how that’s shaped you. Write who you are and how this story to motherhood has been paved with good intentions and negative pregnancy tests. Write so that others will know that they are not alone. Be brave. Spill your soul and leave your heart open and vulnerable on the blank page. And I was willing. I followed his word and I saw my God-sized dream laid open like a balm on healing wounds. And it has not been what I had expected.
It has been difficult to be willing lately. When it seems as if that God-sized dream has been laid out and dried up while others are sprouting. But that’s just jealousy talking, and I’m working on it. It has been hard to be willing when the topics laid on my heart are touchy and dangerous and I wonder how to build up and still meet the need of his calling. To share his story and show love and hope when the whole time I feel so wrapped up in turmoil and fear. Yet I know it will be worth it. That he will be there, be present, I just have to be willing.