I’ve recently volunteered to help out at a Pregnancy clinic. I don’t know yet in what capacity God will use me.

Months ago I felt a nudging from God to look into volunteering my time in the community. I didn’t know where He wanted me, just that someone or something needed my time.

Then, this particular clinic kept coming up in conversations, a church bulletin, and an ad. So I made a phone call, and the following week I attended my first training session.

Six hours a week for six weeks. I told the supervisors in my interview that I was willing to help any way God directed.

I may not become a client advocate. Maybe I’ll enter data, or help organize events, or write copy. Whatever. This is a whole new thing for me, and I’m…

scared.

Not the late-night home alone creepies.

But fear that fills my mind and heart with this message:

“You’re going to be a failure. You’re going to mess up and hurt someone. All the other volunteers are so much more adequate. The evaluating supervisors already know you’re not qualified.”

I know it’s a message from the dark side.

The side of Light wants me to step out of my safety zone and do what He’s called me to do. To ignore voices that don’t come from Him.

To trust Him.

To trust Him to work through me.

To trust that He, not me, is the One who changes hearts and minds. That He already knows that I will fail sometimes, but the outcomes are in His hands, not mine.

That God is pleased and glorified when we place our puny, imperfect selves at His disposal. When we recognize that when great things happen, it didn’t happen because we’re so great.

It’s because He is great. And, as the Bible says, when we are weak, then we are strong. (2nd Cor. 12:10)

I’m counting on Him. Not myself.