Still, there was a part of me that was intrigued by Mrs. Forester. She barely knew me and yet she seemed to see potential in me.
Over the next few weeks I prayed about what to do. Could God use that class in my life and if so, how? Even though my gut cried, "Don't sign up! You'll be sorry!" there was a nagging voice inside my head that kept saying, "Go for it!" Besides that, I couldn't shake Mrs. Forester's puzzling words from my head: "You're not perfect," she had said. "And I like that."
The nagging voice won out and I signed up for the class. The first few weeks were spent reading scenes, picking partners, and running lines. Then about three weeks into the semester it was time for my first performance. My partner John took his place next to me on stage and we began. About midway through I flubbed a line, which flustered John. He blurted out some random line five pages into the script.
We turned to each other and exchanged a look of, OK, now what do we do? Then, without missing a beat, we grinned and plugged ahead.
Sure, messing up was a little embarrassing. But instead of focusing on what I did wrong, I just had fun with it. I must admit, nobody was more surprised than I was to discover what a huge rush it was to perform in front of my peers.
By the end of the semester, I did more than develop some speech and acting skills. I was a changed person. Only a few months earlier, just stepping on stage had been really scary. But as my self-confidence grew, I got excited about trying new challenges like practicing a different accent, creating my own monologue from scratch, or tackling a scene that required physical comedy. There's no way I would have been so eager to dive into such things if I hadn't chosen to sign up for Mrs. Forester's class. I definitely think God led me to that class to break me out of my shell and show me that taking a risk could change my life for the better.
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