Lord, I hear you calling me. I feel the pressure on my chest, the pull at my soul. For some time now I have been waiting for the next step. Eager and terrified to learn what you desire of me.
All the expected questions of doubt bubble at the surface. Can I do this? Will I be strong enough? What if it’s something I don’t want to do? Or something I have never done before?
This is what Satan wants. He wants me to question God’s will, to pile on excuses and delays. And even further — he doesn’t want me to call him out on it. Well, Satan, no more.
Here I am, Lord. Send me. Use me. I am your willing servant, let me serve. Give me strength that I am may be bold. Grant me compassion that I may love. Bless me with wisdom that I may understand.
Here I am.
Waiting. Praying. Following this first nudge to write to you.