I am scared that people will hear I've sold everything I owned this year to travel the country in a little car with a man - and decide that THAT is the best way to live.
I am terrified that girls hear the story of how I met my husband on Twitter - and start scouring the Internet for the perfect man who blogs, is wickedly clever, and wants to talk to them too, a pretty girl online.
I worry about sharing how I decided to drop out of college (temporarily) for a second time, and chose to leave my 9-5 job - not wanting for a moment for any woman to trample the sparks of opportunity she's been blessed to receive.
Yes, I have been inspired, moved, pushed, refined and bettered by listening closely to other women's stories; by observing other women's lives. Life gives birth to life. Fullness swells to create new fullness. Iron sharpens, truth speaks, love heals.
But please. Do not be tricked into attempting to replicate life in order to escape death. You are not a clone.
God is too creative with his daughters. The heavens plan and whisper and lay foundation for you, your life, your story.
My life has become more beautiful, my awe of God's work has increased beyond measure - as I hear story, after story, after story of women who live utterly opposite lives as that of mine. What a God we serve. No one could weave a story like Him.
Rarity increases value.
There is not a woman walking this earth who has an existence identical to yours.
And there is not a woman in the world who can fulfill the Creator's intricate, intentional plan for you.
By plan, I do not mean a clearly marked path in which you choose to walk daily until the day you die, with a pre-determined life-story utterly outside of your control.
By plan, I mean your birth, your childhood, your brokenness, your character, your personality, your hopes, your passions, your gifts [ trust me, they are there, whether you see them or not yet ], your body, your mind, your spirit - - - all of these things fall perfectly into place to make possible a life that could never be lived by another human being.
We do not serve a God who wastes resources.
We are beloved children of a God who treasures and counts carefully - who rejoices in indescribable pride - over the value of his sons and daughters.
And all these little things? Every detail, every heartbreak, every rush of joy, every word He has whispered to you in the dark places - they make you a resource that would break His heart to waste.
You are rare.
You are of value.
Where we see our worthlessness, He sees an entire life composed of endless spaces to fill with his overflowing Love.
"You were bought at a price. Do not become slaves of human beings." (I Corinthians 7:23)
Do not become the slave of another human being's life. Of another human being's story. Of their success, of their failure, of their talent, of their beauty, of their skill.
You were bought at a price.
"Live as a believer in whatever situation the Lord has assigned to you, just as God has called you." (I Corinthians 7:17)
I am a believer. A believer in a furious love, a scandalous grace, and a God I do not understand.
I am a believer. A believer in a Savior who walks with me daily, who leads my feet to places only mine can go, and who holds your hand through a life that I could never live.
We are beautiful. Bought at a price. Claimed for freedom.
And asked to live as believers in the places that our Father has powerfully created for us.