AS AN ADOLESCENT, I was so shy that I'd find an excuse to leave the classroom rather than risk being called on to say anything in front of the class. If I managed to stay in the room, fear and a feeling of inadequacy glued me to my seat. All this was illogical for someone whose burning ambition was to be a television anchor. So, at home, whenever I talked about what I wanted to be when I grew up, my sister and brothers were incredulous, if sweetly indulgent.
My first audition at a local radio station was a disaster.
I remained shy and self-conscious even after I was out of those teenage years. I could relate to Moses' hesitation when God called him from a burning bush in the desert, telling him to deliver the Israelites from the hands of the Egyptians. Moses protested, "O my Lord, I am not eloquent, neither heretofore, nor since thou hast spoken unto thy servant: but I am slow of speech, and of a slow tongue." I loved God's assurance that came right back to Moses: "I will be with thy mouth, and teach thee what thou shalt say." Ex 4: 10, 12.
