I come from a family of teachers, preachers, and educators who were definitely amazing in their field. I have always been proud of those family members and how they persevered through the crazy they delt with each day.

It never crossed my mind to follow in their footsteps, nor is teaching/preaching one of my strengths or even a hidden talent. My background is a colorful collection of degrees, experience, and random skills. So, when I was asked to teach my Sunday School class 2 years ago, I had to laugh.

I laughed because I’ve spent my entire adult life avoiding the “family business”. I laughed because it’s where God called me to serve even though He knew I wasn’t expecting or prepared to serve.

I didn’t ask to teach adults 20 years older (I’m 41) than me but I am. I can talk about many subjects and topics but it’s not the same as teaching. I admire many women and men who make a living teaching/preaching about Jesus and the Bible but I still wonder is God is sure this is what He wants me to do?

Is He absolutely sure that He wants me? A woman who’s not great at making clear and concise points, who struggles with mental health issues, and who is an introvert with a theater background.

Yes.

That’s the beauty of Christ. He knows my struggles, insecurities, and doubts and turns them into blessings. He holds me up when I’m weighed down with depression, He calms my anxiety when I get stuck in my head, and He leads me when I don’t know where to go. He is my only hope in the dark.

I don’t know where He’ll send me next but I’ll definitely be praying for a “2 weeks notice” or at least warning.