Scared

As I come back to this life... what used to be my normal, I find it hard to shift gears and fit back into the mold. For I have been molded by a Hand strongly for three weeks, and now the mold doesn't fit just right any more. He's pushed me out of my comfort zone, so much so that I found myself being an extrovert some of the time. But He doesn't change who I am, instead, what I am capable of doing, and what He expects of me. I heard a saying on the last night of Camp at the fireside.
"He doesn't call the qualify; He qualifies the called." It hit me hard, right in the face of all that I had feared coming to Camp. Would I be compassionate enough? Would I reach out? Would I let Him work instead of me? All of these came to pass and I see glimpses of a Plan greater than anything that I am.
And yet, with all that has changed. With new sights, new vision, new presence, new nearness, comes that pivotal point when something needs to bend. Will it be me or the way that I used to live? Will I succumb, or will He overcome?
And that's why I'm scared. Scared that all these lessons will become useless.. that I will slip little by little back into what I used to be.
But, and thank Him for the buts, He will never leave his project unfinished. And so I search my soul, my views, my actions to see what needs to changed so that my life can be affected by all that has happened... that in the end, perfect love will cast out all that fear. Then, scared will be no more.