“Life begins at the end of your comfort zone.” – Neale Donald Walsch. It was a beautiful September day, the sky was a bright light blue with big puffy clouds floating by. As I rode beside my mom, with dad falling asleep in the back, the hour long drive to Hamilton seemed to fly by as my excitement and anxiety grew. I was excited to meet girls that would be my housemates for the next eight months and yet at the same time I was extremely nervous. “They’ve been in this program for a couple of years, they’re friends already. I’m going to be intruding on their friendships. What if they don’t like me? What if I do or say something to offend one of them?” The questions in my mind were endless, not to mention all my worries about being away from home.
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I think I want you to sing this Sunday if it fits your schedule!” she said.
Although I was nervous, there was excitement bubbling up inside me as I told her “Yeah, I can do it this Sunday.” When I woke up that Sunday morning I was so nervous and excited that I didn’t even get mad when Tori woke me up early. It made me so happy to be singing on a worship team again that I didn’t care about how many people were watching me. That day I came out of my shell a little more. I couldn’t wait to find out when it would be my turn to sing with the team again.
Over the next few months Tim began pushing me out of my comfort zone more and more. He would occasionally have me teach the kids Sunday School class. When we did our After-School Program he’d put me in charge of different age groups of kids and then have me teach different sections of the lesson. When we would travel to different churches he began adding me to the schedule to sing during the …show more content…
Why would he do this to me? This is too much! This isn’t going to be like Sunday mornings when I sing on the worship team. No! This is going to be me, up there by myself singing with all eyes on me! I tried to argue with him and tell him I couldn’t do it, but it was no use. When the day came, I was so nervous for the first time I thought I was going to puke. There was no excitement about it, I just wanted to get it done and over with. As I began singing I was just praying that I didn’t forget the words or start singing in the wrong key. To my relief when I finished singing, everyone began applauding. Once the service was over, multiple people came to tell me how well I had done. Although it did make me feel better it still didn’t help when the same nervousness hit me again and again each time I had to sing by
I think I want you to sing this Sunday if it fits your schedule!” she said.
Although I was nervous, there was excitement bubbling up inside me as I told her “Yeah, I can do it this Sunday.” When I woke up that Sunday morning I was so nervous and excited that I didn’t even get mad when Tori woke me up early. It made me so happy to be singing on a worship team again that I didn’t care about how many people were watching me. That day I came out of my shell a little more. I couldn’t wait to find out when it would be my turn to sing with the team again.
Over the next few months Tim began pushing me out of my comfort zone more and more. He would occasionally have me teach the kids Sunday School class. When we did our After-School Program he’d put me in charge of different age groups of kids and then have me teach different sections of the lesson. When we would travel to different churches he began adding me to the schedule to sing during the …show more content…
Why would he do this to me? This is too much! This isn’t going to be like Sunday mornings when I sing on the worship team. No! This is going to be me, up there by myself singing with all eyes on me! I tried to argue with him and tell him I couldn’t do it, but it was no use. When the day came, I was so nervous for the first time I thought I was going to puke. There was no excitement about it, I just wanted to get it done and over with. As I began singing I was just praying that I didn’t forget the words or start singing in the wrong key. To my relief when I finished singing, everyone began applauding. Once the service was over, multiple people came to tell me how well I had done. Although it did make me feel better it still didn’t help when the same nervousness hit me again and again each time I had to sing by