It begins with passion and excitement.
A prompting from the Lord; a call to something. I accept His calling, as I made a decision long ago to live a “yes” life.
Somewhere along the way, Satan wedges himself into my heart. He plants little seeds, seeds that grow into weeds and choke out the fruit:
“You’re not good enough.
You can’t do it.
Why would anyone listen to you?”
These words freeze me, paralyze me, and I find myself unable to move.
I step down from ministry leader positions, I can’t find the words to write.
I am fighting him with prayer. Fighting him, so I can walk again.
Praying for confidence in the Lord, for strength, for God to use me, little old me, in whatever way He wants to.