Sweat-soaked palms gripped my shorts as I silently prayed, "Please don't pick me, please don't pick me." I was twelve years old, on my first mission trip, and I was petrified. Our youth pastor had divided us into two teams: one to remain and work at the church; the other to go out and "evangelize." Odd glances and awkward conversations in sweltering 100 degree weather? No thank you..... Do you ever struggle to share the Gospel message? Join me on the blog for some encouragement and practical ways to share the Good News of Salvation!