Well, hopefully that's the end of the killjoy's thread downer comments.
Let me illustrate the OP in just one way how good God is and how He works in our lives....
I was a shy kid, not to the point of having phobias, but pretty painfully backwards. Suffice it to say that mixing it up with folk, other than sports, wasn't my thang. This shyness affected all the usual areas of life, including the fairer sex. As my older brother would say....I had no game.
It isn't that uncommon for kids who are first trying to figure out dating to have jitters to one degree or other, but I was a bit slower than average on the uptake in this department (not by my inward desires, but by their outward manifestations). Despite all that God brought a beautiful gal into my path despite my backward ways, and right under my nose, without me even noticing her intitial flirtation(s) for quite some time, and eventually the light went on and the rest is history. This reluctance to be social extended through to college, and of course in order to receive my college diploma I had to go through Speech class. When I was younger and got into stressful public situations I might even have a tendency to stutter. The first time I signed up for Speech class I didn't even make it half way through the quarter and quit the class. At that point I figured I was just not going to be able to meet the requirements for a college degree. That's a pretty big deal. What would I do for job preparation now? I had already taken the required entry exams for the service and qualified for the Air Force, but I really wanted to stay away from that career path if at all possible, so I signed up for Speech class again. With a whole lot of fear and trepidation, I got up in front of that entire room of people and rambled on incoherently about Population Explosion or some such jibberish, but I muddled through and got to the end and passed, barely.
Public speaking was the furtherst thing from my mind, and I was bound that would NEVER happen again.
Fast forward several years, and a Christian conversion later, and as I began to grow in the Lord after a long dry-spell of carnal Christian living, I was encouraged to teach a kids Sunday School class along with my wife (she was a public school teacher so I figured at the worst I could lean on her frequently
). One thing led to another, and I was asked to speak to a mid-week congregation by my young pastor. I was absolutely terrified! It's one thing to teach little kids some basic lesson about David and Goliath, but an entire nuther deal to look out at a bunch of adults staring right back at ya, expectin' to hear something that would strengthen their faith in Him. I wasn't eager to do this, not one bit, but something told me to try. I'm sure that first lesson was pure tedium (not all that different than today
.......stole some of the killjoy's thunder right there!
). I memorized the ten page sermon, and regurgitated the entire thing almost verbatim. I'm sure that was painful, for them, and me.
Skip ahead a few years. God has taken that shy, reclusive (I still have that natural tendency) stammering anti-social kid and transformed him into somebody who regularly stands in front of not only varying age groups in my church to speak of God's grace, but to strangers in jails, on streets, at strangers houses. Truly it can only be explained by the transforming power of a merciful and great God, who gets ALL the glory, amen.