Listen to Your Mother

I remember the overwhelming feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach as I boarded a plane to Venezuela my sophomore year of college. In fact, I can still recall exactly what I was thinking as I looked over my shoulder to give one last goodbye to my mama as I climbed aboard, “This is the stupidest thing I have ever done.” Months prior, I had signed up for a study abroad program that landed me in South America for 6 weeks during the summer of 1999. It was the first time I had ever gone anywhere by myself. At the time I registered for the course, it seemed like a brilliant idea:  As I flew away from everything and everyone I knew that day, I was terrified. It was the scariest thing I had ever done.

Funny how the scary brings out our brave.

I learned a lot about life in general and myself in particular during those six weeks abroad.  Lessons I’m still re-learning as each year pulls me further and further away from that first scary thing I ever did.

I learned that I was capable of doing things I never thought I could do.
I learned that comfort breeds stagnation.
I learned that the world was a bigger and much more varied place than the little corner of it that I inhabited.
I first began learning that I could trust God.
I learned that you should never drink shots of gin in a bar in Venezuela (still thanking God for that little nugget of wisdom).

Needless to say, it was an amazing, perspective-shifting experience. On the plane ride that returned me home at the end of that six week jaunt, I reflected on how terrified I had been in the first place.  How I almost called the whole thing off.  I promised myself that day that I would never stop doing terrifying things. That I would never say no to something because it was out of my comfort zone. That I would refuse to avoid things simply because they were different or unknown. That from time to time I would actually seek out those scary, uncomfortable, risky endeavors so that God could grow me in the way that He can only grow you in those uncharted territories.

Two weeks ago, I walked into an audition {audition?!} with a story I wrote about motherhood. I was terrified. I fumbled through my reading. My hands shook with nervousness. I stood when I should have sat. I laughed at the wrong times and forgot to laugh when I was supposed to laugh.  It was a mess.  I was a mess.  As I returned to my car after the audition that day, I thought, “I can’t believe you just did that. That you just auditioned for something.  That was kinda a disaster.” It was a disaster.  But disaster or not, I was glad I did it.  I remembered how all those years ago I had promised myself that I would never stop doing scary things.  That audition was scary.  I can only assume the actual show will be terrifying.

I am thrilled to do this next scary thing. If you’re anywhere in the area, please consider joining us – the cast of Listen to Your Mother Southeast Texas – this Mother’s Day Weekend as motherhood is given the microphone.  We’ve got mamas telling stories about being a mama, non-mamas talking about their own mamas, and a host of other stories all centering around the topic of motherhood. Bring a car-full of mamas with you and call it a girl’s night out. I’d love to see you there!

This time, I’m doing my scary thing in front of an auditorium full of people.  What could be scarier than that?!

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In God, whose word I praise, in the Lord, whose word I praise, in God I trust; I shall not be afraid. What can man do to me? Psalm 56:10-11

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