Uncomfortable

Hi again.

For the third day of the writing challenge, you get to read about what makes me uncomfortable.


To tell you the truth, I was so excited about finding out what the next writing prompt was, that I checked it out last night.  And then I wondered what I should write about.  To get a little extra perspective, I asked  Jered what makes him uncomfortable.  His answer: "Being hot on leather seats."
Not quite what I was looking for, but he gave me a good laugh.
When I think about what makes me uncomfortable, well, I guess I agree with Jered.  Does anyone else remember the old red-seated church van?  The leather seats and lack of air conditioning?  That ripping of your legs when you get unstuck from the seat?  Ugh.
Other things that came to mind include:
Public restrooms.  I don't mind using them- I just want them to all to myself.  (As I told Katie, nearly every time I enter the restroom at work, I pray for privacy.)
High heels.  My toes don't last long in those suckers.
Conflict.  I cower.  I am typically not a debater.
Feeling like an outsider.
Hospitals.  Obvious, I think.
Being professionally photographed.  Even on my wedding day, I felt like a dork in front of the lens.  
Swimming suits.  I've had an unnatural amount of stretch marks since high school.
A plugged nose.  One time I started crying because I couldn't breathe through my nose, and Dad came in to check on me.  I was so upset, and all he said was, "Well, stop crying- it will make your nose stuffier."  Thanks, Dad.
Being the center of attention.  Red cheeks.
Public speaking.  More red cheeks.  And exorbitant sweating.
My own skin.  A blemished complexion.  Seriously.  I'm 26.  Isn't it supposed to be better by now?
Dancing.  Two left feet, right here.
The thought of giving birth.  And raising kids.  And being completely exhausted all the time.
Car trouble.  Let's face it, if something goes wrong, I'm helpless.
Doing taxes.  I know they say some really easy DIY sites are out there for free.  No thank you.  Still would rather pay someone to do it for me.
I think you get the point; lots of things make me uncomfortable.  Some are silly, but some have bigger effects on my life than whether or not I get the restroom to myself.
Lately I've been wondering if I'm really as comfortable with allowing God to work as I think I am.  During the last month, I've heard our pastor's ask, "Is there any one area that you are not ready to hand over to God?" and "Is there a part of your life where you are running from God?"
I honestly thought, "Nope.  I think I'd be ok with whatever ways He decides to stretch us."  I think that's probably the first time I've ever thought that in my life.  I also think it's probably not entirely accurate... and risky.  Isn't it always when you pray for patience that God decides to test you with tough situations?  Uh huh.  That's what I'm afraid of.  
I have a feeling that pretty soon, we're going to be finding out exactly what makes me really uncomfortable.
I'll let you know what I find out!
Talk to you later,
Aim