You are looking at a girl who was absolutely terrified of speech class both in high school and in college. Despite my desire to be a teacher, the thought of speaking in front of a crowd made me sick to my stomach and caused my nerves to jiggle more than a bowl of jello.
Through my years of teaching, though, I discovered that I had no difficulty standing before children. It was the adults who scared me. Day in and day out, I would educate my students, using teaching tactics that some might qualify as downright crazy. But that's okay. I didn't mind getting crazy with my students. My unique methods intrigued them and encouraged them to learn. When adults were in the room, however, I found it difficult to even breathe, let alone pull out "my crazy."
When God called me into the field of writing, I was comfortable with that. Just me and my computer. Yep, I could live with that. But when He went one step further and compelled me to speak at ladies' meetings and seminars, I began to sound like Moses. "But I can't, Lord. That's not my talent. I don't have the words. I'm not eloquent enough. Besides, when I get nervous, my whole upper body turns as red as a turnip. How am I going to explain that?"
But as with Moses, God put an abrupt end to my excuses.
Oddly enough, I've grown to enjoy speaking, although I do still break out in a rash whenever I stand before a crowd. Despite my skin's reaction, the crowds seem to respond well enough. But more than that, I feel a sense of joy and fulfillment each time I speak, knowing that somehow and someway, God will use me to spread His message of hope and encouragement to those who need it.