When You Have to Make a Decision, and You’re Scared to Death

"I found myself praying Psalm 23, over and over. "The LORD is my Shepherd, the LORD is my Shepherd, the LORD is my Shepherd, the LORD is my Shepherd..."  I realized that I was saying the Lord is my Shepherd, and I know He is a good shepherd. But I was acting like He was standing ahead of me on the "right" path, watching from afar to see if I made the "right" choice. And that's not what a good shepherd does. A good shepherd walks with his sheep, guiding them, providing companionship, protection and care. Surely for a sheep in the care of a good shepherd, any path where the shepherd is can be the "right" path."

I worked full time in order to pay for my last few years of college, taking only 1-2 classes a semester, so I had a lot of time to decide what I wanted to do “when I grew up”. About a year before my long awaited graduation my church created a job that was half administrative assistant and half women’s ministry assistant for the college ministry, and offered it to me.

At the time, it was the hardest decision I’d ever faced.

I loved the people offering me the job, and I loved my church, and I loved college ministry. But I’d never imagined working at a church. And since this job hadn’t existed before, it wasn’t something I’d pictured or dreamed of doing. Previously, the only jobs available to women at my church were secretarial, and I wasn’t interested in secretarial work as a career (I was working full time as an Admin Assistant at my university).

Looking back I recognize that deep down I wanted to say yes, and even felt the Lord pointing to His goodness for me in that particular job. But I was very afraid. And they wanted a 5 year commitment: I was 25, working my tail off to finally graduate and leave my college town, and I wasn’t ready to commit to being anywhere for 5 years.

If I say I agonized over that decision, I’m underselling it. I obsessed. I over analyzed. I made pro and con lists. I met with people from the church, repeatedly. I prayed, obsessively. I was paralyzed by indecision, desperately afraid of making the wrong choice.

Two things helped me to move out of my paralysis. Read more