One of my fondest teenage memories is snuggling up by the campfire with my love, day dreaming about getting married, living in our own home, having kids and growing old together. I had always envisioned us living a few miles away from our parents in the same small town that we grew up in. We’d get a dog, and we’d spend our weekends with family. We’d go to the same restaurants, have the same friends, shop at the same stores, attend the same church, and celebrate the same holidays the way we always had – with family, playing games, eating good food and laughing. I found comfort in routine and predictability.
I’ll never forget that day. The day that everything changed. I felt the Holy Spirit’s presence like never before. He was telling me to speak up. I almost laughed at what He was telling me to say. Never in a thousand years had I imagined such words coming out of my mouth. It warranted action, and change. Two things that made my heart race and threw me into a panic. Every inch of my brain was telling me to ignore this feeling. But instead, I listened. And I spoke.