Leap of Faith

Today is a day about taking chances and living up to my potential. It is also about breaking out of my self-imposed shell and putting my money where my mouth is. 

This morning, I advised a Facebook friend to not let naysayers and critics and some downright mean people deter her from sharing her opinions about racism, anti-LGBT discrimination, sexism and other subjects she likes to bring up. After all, it’s her space on the Internet and if they don’t like what she is posting, that’s too bad.

Okay, my language may have been slightly saltier than that…but I digress. I happen to think it’s peoples’ guilty consciences which make them be offensive when sharing their opposing opinions because they are angry at themselves for acting badly, but, that is neither here nor there.

I am stepping out as a writer who has been afraid of writing. Doesn’t that seem odd?

I make my living as a web content writer, so I write every day. I also like to go on Twitter and blast my opinions for the world to see. Trust me, I’m not shy there. However, I’ve been hesitant about blogging because I’m not an expert on any one subject, I don’t hold an advanced degree, I’m almost painfully shy, and who am I to share my thoughts with the world?

Self-doubt is a killer of dreams. Fortunately, a guilty conscience can sometimes urge us to do things we might not have otherwise done.

When I think back to “who am I to…,” I remember it was a prostitute, Rahab, who helped the two spies Joshua sent out to scout the area prior to the battle of Jericho. I also remember King David was an ordinary shepherd boy before he was chosen to study alongside Saul.

Mary was an ordinary woman, a young virgin at that, charged with giving birth to the Savior and it was a man murdering Christians who would be converted and become one of the most renown New Testament authors. I remember those people whom God blessed or used in some positive way and I think, why not me?

Now, I’m not saying I’ve been chosen by God to write this blog, 
but ordinary people are given gifts to share with others and writing is one of my gifts. I converted to Catholicism when I was in my mid-20s and the priest at my confirmation had the congregation sing, “This Little Light of Mine.” He had told me to not hide my light under a basket, yet I have, for far too long.

So, here it is. If you read it, grand! I hope you enjoy it and it makes you ponder. Always feel free to leave a comment and share with me as well.

Peace.