Have you ever had an idea that you really wanted to share with the world? Usually, when I have an idea that ignites my passion, I want to share it. The only problem is that I also want it to be perfect before I share it.
Some of my favorite bloggers have recently been posting about bravery. I have been clued in to an awesome “brave” playlist that continually leaves me with this awesome song stuck in my head. I have been reading incredible verses that remind me that my worth is found in Christ alone. Yet when I begin to type out my words, I fight for control. I want to say all the things perfectly.
Recently, I have been typing and saving (and NOT publishing) a few posts about a topic that I am passionate about. So much for bravery.
Then, last week, a blogger that I only-sometimes-kinda-like-but-mostly-find-annoying published a post about MY topic. (There is so much wrong with that sentence and the emotions in it, but let’s focus on the “I’m a chicken” part.) I was so frustrated, but God has used it to remind me that I do not have to be perfect. My posts do not have to be perfect. I act as though a perfect post will gain me acceptance or love. Yet the only thing that matters is the only One who truly was (is) perfect. As another of my favorite blogs wrote so beautifully,
“Beloved, let’s not beg for follows so much as we beg for the boldness to follow Jesus when it will cost us everything.”
So now I am asking forgiveness for not trusting the passion He gives me. I am asking for boldness to let the words go. And I am asking to trust that, no matter the response, His love will hold me and He will think no less of me. I keep forgetting that this is one of my favorite verses:
Megan Makes a Mess 
It counts as brave even if you’re clicking publish scared. Do it afraid! Much love.