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I’ve had a lot on my heart and mind these last few days. More like the last couple weeks, actually. Would you mind praying for me?
None of it’s bad. It’s all good. Even when it’s good though, sometimes it’s still really hard. 
I think the reality is setting in that I’m living back in my hometown. It’s not a bad reality, it just is what it is. I’m here. For real. For the long haul.
Yesterday I had a mini meltdown. I missed my friend, Jammie. I missed our Tuesday nights, where we drank coffee or went to a movie, or laughed about absolutely nothing. I missed my other friends. I missed Branson. I missed comfort.

Comfort. There’s the word. When we get down to it, that’s the biggest problem. I’m so far out of my comfort zone in this season of my life, I’m not sure what to do with it.
I’m battling an intense fear I haven’t felt for a while. Despite the excitement of what God’s doing in my life, the fear is real.
I struggle with taking on too much pressure and not letting God handle it. I tend to carry the load of both my own life and the lives of others. It’s so annoying, really. Then I get all discombobulated and put this crazy pressure on myself and don’t shut up long enough to remember God is completely in charge.
Esther’s House is actually happening. Each day we make forward progress to getting the doors open. Enter pressure. We’re hosting a 5k race  as one of our fundraisers and we just secured our Primary Sponsor. Enter pressure. We looked at the possible future location of the house and it’s ready to move into. Enter pressure. We have to find donors and churches and businesses to be a part of the mission, which means I have to meet people and network. Enter pressure.
Maybe part of the problem is Esther’s House isn’t just a dream God placed on my heart anymore. It’s real. He’s moving forward and I’m not ready. I’m not equipped. I convince myself He’s made a horrible mistake and chosen the wrong person to lead this ministry. I wonder how many times He’d really like to slap me for being such a brat.
It’s all about me, really. I’m turning it into that anyways. How will we pay the bills? How will I keep the electric on? How will I eat? How will I meet people? How will I lead these women? What are people going to think with me stepping out in faith like this? Am I being completely irresponsible?
Me. Me. Me. Me. Pride. 
He’s opening a door for me to write another book my comfort zone isn’t ready for. I want to run away and hide. I want to protect myself from what others are going to say. I stare at a blank page and don’t know where to start. I can’t do this. It’s too hard. Besides, writing this book wasn’t on my list of goals for 2015. It’s impossible to make happen.
Me. Me. Me. Me. Pride. 
God is calling me to trust Him – to show Him I trust. I’m scared. I want to say, “I moved here. Isn’t that enough to show you I trust you?” It was a start, but only a start. Big things are to come. Have I mentioned fear?
With all that said, will you pray for me? Pray for me to live courageously, knowing God will catch me every step of the way. Pray for me to trust God can handle all things and I don’t have to carry the pressure of it all. Pray for the peace that surpasses all understanding. Pray for my heart. My mind. For my desires to be His desires. For me to continue walking in obedience, despite what it may look like to others.
I’m learning through this journey irresponsibility and faith look very similar. Oh boy… Here we go.
[reminder]How can I pray for you? [/reminder]

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