So this morning I did something totally crazy (Okay, at least pretend to be a little bit shocked, please?). I was cleaning off the computer desk and noticed an advertisement for columnists for our local paper's Parent magazine. It gave a few ground rules and had an email address to send in your columns.
Before I knew it, I was typing away on a column. Really, I blame it on my true desire to not finish cleaning off the desk, but there I sat typing. I read through it a couple of times, spell checked and then, the most crazy thing of all, I sent it in to the editor. That voice inside me that typically stops me from doing such crazy things must have either started Spring Break early or is currently on mute.
So I was thinking that maybe it might be lost in cyberworld somewhere, you know wherever those really important emails go when they don't actually make it to the intended recipient. Then, about an hour ago, I got a confirmation that the editor received my column.
Friends, I didn't even tell you the worst part yet. Oh yes, you are not going to believe this. The article I felt so compelled for everyone in my town to read is about.... sex. Yep. S-E-X. Well, actually it's about talking to your kids about sex, but still. My grandmother reads the paper; she can't see that I'm actually being open and honest with my 10 year old about that!
And then it hits me. How does that verse go? You know, that one about being timid. So, I google it and this is what that verse says:
"For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:17.
OK God. You win. I won't hack into that editor's computer and "steal back" my story (or, in actuality, I won't hire a 2nd grader to teach me how to hack into his computer and "steal back" my story). I wasn't made to be timid; I was made for much more.