Anyone who knows me could tell you that I don’t normally have a big problem getting up in front of people. I’ve never particularly enjoyed it, but neither has it ever made me extremely nervous. Until yesterday.
During the church service, I was given the opportunity to make a brief presentation about the Race, and ask for prayers. I knew about it beforehand, so was well prepared, but I started shaking before I even went up to the front. My beautiful mom just put her hand on my back and started praying (And I don’t think she stopped until I was back in my seat. Thanks Mama!). I got up to the front, started shaking harder (including whatever voice I managed to push out), just about started crying, and felt rather nauseous. I was told later that it looked like I was about to drop.
By the grace of God, I got through it alright, and eventually stopped shaking.
And I realized something. Do you think the enemy wanted me to share that morning? Do you think he wanted more people praying for me and supporting me? So he attacked the only way he could. I might be over spiritualizing this whole thing, but it definitely got me thinking. This whole Race process is going to include many battles, so I need to pay attention, and be on my guard. I refuse to be beaten; God is my strength. The battles are His.
