Yet with the realization of this dream has come a roller coaster of emotion.
I'm grateful to be sure.
But if I'm being honest, most of me is scared. out. of. my. wits.
I recall feeling this way at the start of the journey, when the road ahead seemed long and arduous, me unsure of how to navigate it successfully.
Questions and doubts now assail me daily.
"How will I get the word out?"
"Who will want it?"
"How can I get it to reach as many people as possible?"
And truthfully, in that small, scared little girl who continues to reside in me, the questions, "Will they like it? Will they like me?" tug at my core.
So what did I do last Saturday?
And prayed like the densest person to ever walk the planet!
"God, I think this is the right thing. I think I've done the best I can do with the dream you placed in my heart. Now it's Your turn. Can you PLEASE send Your Word my way, so I know that it's right...that it's Your will...that it's Your Spirit shining through? That you'll continue to lead me, making a way in the path ahead? Oh, and by the way, You're gonna hafta SHOUT IT at me because I'm a mess!!!!"
And SHOUT He did!
Do you see the common thread in Branching Out in Faith,
this amazing God-planted dream?
Seeds of faith.
Seeds growing & flourishing.
I love the imagery so much. And it all started with that gorgeous tree of life, the picture that grew in my heart and which my niece, Amanda, so artfully designed.
The tree blossoming with the gifts of the Holy Spirit...all started with a single seed.
So how did God answer my cries?
These were the Words spoken at church on Sunday, the day after my prayers went out.
(And yes, I did just sit in the pew, laughing to myself and shaking my head back and forth in wonder.)
One of the best parts was that I was gifted the opportunity to read my answer aloud, proclaiming the first reading to the church.