There’s one thing I try not to argue with: calling.  People very close to me have specific or general callings.  Melinda is called to be a mother to her three children and a wife to her ministering husband.  Seth is called to minister to college-aged students in the Columbus area and will begin his called role as my husband next June.  I cannot fully understand these callings because God has not given them to me.  I love these people and I respect what they do day in and day out, but I cannot fully comprehend the burden God has given them. 

Heck, I can’t always fully comprehend the burden God has given me.  Recently, I felt God’s nudging to pursue something I’ve always wanted to do.  I’ve read about it; I’ve thought about it; I’m always planning it in my head.  I suppose it’s time to put my money where my mouth is–or, at least, put my work where my planning has been.  Will I always have time to do this?  Maybe not.  Will I be frustrated with this burden from time to time?  Yes.  Even currently.  Will I get caught up in something else and become distracted from the tasks at hand?  Most definitely. (*coughs* facebook *coughs*) And, of course, there’s this fear that I’ve made this whole ideal up in my head.  That it’s me who is calling me.  Maybe I feel too confident in my abilities.  Ha, a long shot, I guess.  Maybe other people are unfairly confident in my abilities.  Let’s hope not.  Maybe this will go nowhere.  Maybe I’m just Abraham, needing to go through the motions to prove that I can be obedient to God.  Or maybe this is the real deal (let me be clear: I am not sacrificing my yet-to-be-conceived children). 

I will write.  Maybe more than 14 people will read it.  Fifteen.  Yes. Fifteen people, perhaps.