I Used to Stutter Like Crazy
Speaking publicly is new to me. I stuttered all
my life. When you start first grade and you try to read "grandmother,"
and it comes out "grand-grand-grand-grand-grand-mother," then
you know the next twelve years are going to be hell. I never dreamed I would be
talking in front of people about God. Never. I'm a writer, not a speaker.
I thought I'd be sitting in front of my computer the rest of my life, poking
buttons in an anonymous corner. I wanted it that way. But God had other plans.
He dragged me in front of a podium one afternoon seven years ago,
with my knees knocking and my mouth full of cotton. I was thrilled to get
through that talk alive. Then I thought, Hmm. I could probably get through