Be Careful What You Pray For

“God, I pray this trip takes me out of my comfort zone…”

This was my every day prayer leading up to the trip, but two seconds on the work site I realized I prayed a very dangerous prayer. I was hoping for painting, because hey I did that last year and it was fun. Maybe cleaning up a yard- or building something? More like- shingling a roof. The site leader was calling for a few people to help up top- but when no hands shot up, I decided to (as many leaders do) step up and say yes. On my way up the ladder, all I could think about was “What in the world am I doing…” As I heard the leader say, “If you are scared of height’s please don’t come up.” Too late, I was already half way up and was not about to go down the ladder. A week later I was known as the runner, because the best part was running up and down the ladder. Funny how God works.

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