Yet, because of my own dream, I'm a little disheartened. With myself, not her. See I struggle with sharing my work, I posted on that before. At different points I even felt God called me to give up this dream. However, it comes back. I'm disheartened because her bravery shows my cowardice.
I flash back to kindergarten (come walk with me there). It was the first time I remember having a whole room laugh at me and awakening a desire for it never to happen again. I was alone in my play center and my teacher neglected to notice the rest of my group was absent. I quietly played, put the babies to bed and sat down with my pretend cup of tea in the rocker. A little boy pointed at me and said, "Hey look, she looks like a grandma." Everyone laughed. And did I mention my hair was in a bun?
It seems funny now. I was so embarrassed and wished it to never happen again. As any introvert knows, embarrassing things happen often.
Fortunately, I've come along way. Especially once I committed my life to God. That memory is with me though. It is a tool satan uses to keep me from moving forward. I commit my writing to God.