Pay it forward chains scare me. Not because I don't want to be nice, but it's the silent and hidden act of kindness that scares me. What if the person in front of me is actually really rude?  What if the person behind me orders $200 worth of stuff? 
​What is it about kindness that scares us?

The National Alliance on Mental Illness reports that almost 40 million Americans will suffer from some form of anxiety disorder throughout their lives. 
I definitely have. ​

When I was in seventh grade, I invited my best friend  to a summer camp about Jesus. I was SO sure that she'd like it: you get to swim, play sports, meet new friends, be in nature: how FUN. Yet in all of that, I forgot to mention the coolest part of all: you get to learn a lot about Jesus. For some reason, I was uncomfortable telling her that and yet super comfortable telling her that this camp was a 14 hour car ride away; like Jesus would be the deterrent but the giant road trip on a charter bus wouldn't be?

I'm actually horrible at getting up in the morning. 
I'm not a morning person. Like at all. 
So when I had to schedule a 6:45 a.m. flight for myself out of Dallas-Fort Worth International Airport, I was absolutely terrified. I didn't sleep the entire night, scared I was going to miss my Uber to the airport and anxious I was going to miss my flight. ​