For years I have been feeling like I had something to share. I waited for a moment or a time that I would be invited to share. But as time stretched, I began to realize that my waiting for an invitation was wrong. I had already been invited the calling had already been said. Honestly my reluctance was probably more of an excuse for my refusal to act. Fear is an interesting thing. It can feel so warm and safe. It hold us tight and keeps us surrounded. God didn't call me to be safe or hidden in a cocoon of my own creation. The prospect of venturing into this unknown world is a bit daunting. I don't want to escape this safe space of fear. But I am bored of looking at the same walls and doing the same pointless activities over and over again. The fire in me demands to be let out. It wasn't meant to flicker but blaze with a glorious light. So here I am venturing into he unknown. Reaching out to beyond the stars.
