Scared

So, over a month ago I received a very peculiar phone call. It was completely out of the blue and unexpected. I was asked to be a keynote speaker at youth conference. My first thought was, "Don't you want to fly someone in from Utah?" My second thought was, "You do know I'm in Primary?" I wondered how the youth would enjoy my rendition of "Open them, shut them..." But then I grew excited at the challenge; something unlike anything I had ever done. I started listening to and reading talks by professional youth speakers, I pulled out my folder of stuff I saved from youth conferences past - where I was attending as a youth, not a speaker. And then I wrote, re-wrote and wrote again. I had everything pretty much completed before our trip and then spent a few mornings watching the kids play outside memorizing my presentation - making it mine. And now, I am scared to death. I have a few group activities, I think I'm involving them enough, but will they laugh at my jokes and stories? Will my presentation be what those who asked me expected? My ending still stinks, I'm not happy with it. And I present on Saturday. I am completely second-guessing myself, and wondering why I, who absolutely dreads public speaking, consented to this from the start. A perfect stranger from the Stake Young Women's presidency called the other day asking for interesting things about me for my introduction, I was like, "Well, I'm not very interesting, but I'm left-handed." Dull. She insisted she knew I would do a great job, and I told her she must have a lot of faith. I'm sort of counting down until it's over. Then maybe I'll have something interesting for my next introduction, "This spectacular woman fainted and nearly had a heart-attack the last time she stood up in front of a group of youth, and so we're very pleased to have her here with us today - and no that's not a sunburn, she just turns bright red at any mention of herself." Yeah, wish me luck. Perhaps I'll break a leg.