I love telling this story.
Five years ago, I was working a very stressful job in the mental health field, putting in an average of 50+ hours a week, 2 teenagers still at home, sporting activities every evening, all the high school-going into college events and pressures, and if that wasn’t enough I was diagnosed with an autoimmune disease.
I had been visiting a local church in which a group of ladies were getting together to study a book written by our pastor’s wife. I joined the group and on the first night we were asked a thought provoking question, “If money, time, family and job responsibilities were not a factor, what is the one thing you would want to do or be?”
I think I was the first person to be asked. At least that’s how it felt, because I blurted out what came to my mind. “I’d be an illustrator for a children’s book”. Yikes, what just came out of my mouth and where did THAT come from? I felt warm and sweaty. Did anyone think it was stupid? Were the women laughing at me? Of course not, the LIES of the enemy poured over me and embarrassment consumed me. As the presenter went around from person to person, I couldn’t hear what anyone else said because I was so consumed over the crazy, ridiculous answer I gave!