As soon as I pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant where I was scheduled to meet a couple of online friends, I felt nauseous. I wanted to just turn around and heading back home.
I rehearsed greeting as well as excuses over in my head. Did I simple say hello, shake their hands or would a friendly hug be appropriate
I finally threw my phone in my purse and headed towards the front door.
It was my first time to meeting with other bloggers I’d recently discovered online. I hadn’t met any of them in person yet but they invited me to join them for lunch.
I was excited to meet them but I confessed to a friend just how awkward it felt to meet these women face to face.
She asked me if I thought I could decline the invite and still not end up wondering what I might have missed.
So I agreed to the meeting quickly before I had a chance to talk myself out of it.
As a true introvert, walking into unknown situations with unknown people is not really my idea of a fun time.
I love to plan friend-to-friend coffee or small women’s gatherings as long as I know at least a couple of those attending. I’m okay at making small talk, but it takes a little effort and leaves me drained.
But lately I’ve begun having some new ideas — you know those kind of plans that had been labeled as “maybe someday” — that have been popping up at every corner. I hadn’t notice them before, but now it seems there is a thread of the dream everywhere. Those threads are weaving a tapestry different than I had dreamt.
So I thought maybe I should began following them to discover the picture that would come in the end.
And it led me to these women and that’s how I found myself about to walk into a small Southside restaurant to meet with a couple of women I didn’t know.
As I introduced myself and placed my order. We made small talk that seems at times very awkward and even a little forced.
We talked about our families and their kids schools.
We shared how we got started in blogging.
We even stepped off into the topic of Church and religion.
I had never felt that sinking feeling that I was so out of place while at the same time knowing this is the step that could move me down the path of my journey.
We rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. ~~ Romans 5:3-5
When I refuse to shy away from those situations that makes me uncomfortable, I feel a surge of courage flowing through me that sure enough leads to hope.
Or it could be when we look to prove wrong our own voice that whispers ‘you don’t have what it takes. You don’t fit in here.’
We must continue to plan with an imperishable hope and unwavering faith even when it looks impossible. It is the miracle waiting to happen that will eventually bring your dreams to life.
Finally when you surface from underneath the rain clouds of fear, doubts and uncertainty, you are given a view of the path to your own promised land that God has paved just for you.