Stretch

I've never been one much for public speaking. Or being the centre of conversation. Phoning people still gives me knots in my tummy. My report card from school always stated I needed to speak more in class.

I am naturally so very shy.

In a family of incredibly out going siblings I could always hide behind someone. They would talk for me... generally.

But then I grew up.

They grew up.

So we all went our separate ways in life.

So no longer could I hide.

No longer could I depend on my dad to make that phone call. My brother to order in a cafe. Suddenly I was the grown up having to speak at the front of kids club.

I was stretched. So far beyond my comfort zone.

But you know sometimes being stretched is so very good for us.

The Lord wants us to be stretched for Him.

So naturally I'm still so very shy. But just because we're naturally something doesn't make it right. I mean we're naturally sinners. But that's so not right.

I have been stretched.

So that sometimes, just sometimes when people see me at the front of kids club or talking to someone in work they don't realise that every. single. word. I say is a stretch. But sometimes being stretched is good.