When Chris and I were first married I wouldn’t order pizza.
Yup, you read that right. I wouldn’t order pizza!
It just scared me… or rather intimidated me.
I hated calling companies to complain or ask questions about our bills. I didn’t even like making doctors appointments.

Slowly though, over time, I grew braver….a LOT braver. I now (quite proudly) order pizza, book appointments, deal with all our medical/dental needs and (believe it or not) I even get the oil changed on the van- all by myself! See how far I’ve come?
I’m pretty sure our kids have significantly contributed to my growth….
🙂

This morning, I went to get the oil changed on the van.
To be honest I really hate getting the oil changed.
I feel like a little girl trying to play grown up. I know absolutely nothing about cars and whether or not it’s a good idea to tack on an extra $79.99 to my bill in order to change out the cabin air filter.

That’s the thing about getting an oil change. It’s never simple. There are always various maintenance decisions that need to be made. Should I splurge for them to change out the light bulb on my blinker…. or just tell Chris about it and have him change it out himself. Should I change the engine air filter….its up to me, but apparently it’s pretty dusty.

Ugh.

I just have no idea whether or not I’m being taken advantage of. Does the filter really need to be changed right now….. or can it wait….
Lack of knowledge. That’s my issue. When it comes to cars I am at a complete loss.
But, I do it anyway. Rather than add one more thing to Chris plate, I decided that I am a big girl and can get a silly thing like an oil change done all by myself.

And as I drove away I couldn’t help but smile. I did it! Sure, I fumbled a bit and couldn’t figure out how to turn on my high beams when he asked me to (don’t ask me why. I actually DO know how to turn them on, just in that moment of I have to do it right now I sorta panicked. Come on, tell me I’m not the only one who’s ever done this. Ha!)
But, I did it and it really wasn’t that bad.
I have come a pretty long way from that little 18 year old who found herself married and afraid of the world.

When I think about my faith, it has grown in the same way. I use to shy away from sharing my heart. Then I slowly began to find comfort in sharing (but only with certain people who I knew would accept me, for me) and now I simply go out and get my oil change.
I openly share my heart and even though I may get questions that I don’t know the answers to I choose to put myself out there. I choose to do something a little intimidating, knowing that it is stretching me.

And at the end of the day when I really think about it…. oil changes and sharing my faith are not that scary.

What are you doing now that once intimidated you?

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