A Leap of Faith

Last year, Mark and I took on the task of cooking for the High School youth group at our church. For those of you that know me well, you know that cooking for a group was actually a leap of faith of epic proportions! I don't like to cook, nor do I think I'm very good at it.

This year, I've taken an even bigger leap. And without my safety net (Mark). I decided to become one of the group leaders for the teens. So, instead of hiding behind the food table, I will be interacting with them on a much more personal level. It's still a small cog in the very big wheel, but so not the norm of what I tend to gravitate toward.

This means a lot of "out-of-my-comfort-zone" activities. Like speaking in front of a large group. And helping plan activities that won't bore the heck out of teens. And helping to lead small group discussions. And sharing personal experiences. And now, my palms are sweating...

I'm not sure what pushed me to take this on. I think partly it was the girls. They are both involved in the group. They actually want to hang out with me. Or it may just be that I'm crazy?

This quote kind of summed up my feelings:

The only difference between fear and excitement is your attitude. 

I'm going to go with excitement!

That's not to say that I'm not terrified! The feelings of self doubt creep in. What if I'm terrible? What if I have nothing of value to offer?

What if...?