Curve ball

I don't remember signing myself up for baseball.  I am perfectly content to sit on the sidelines to watch, socialize, and cheer on my children.  Why therefore am I standing in the batter's box being thrown a curve ball?

I sense God is trying to push nudge me out of my comfort zone. Am I listening or trying VERY hard to tune him out? It reminds me of a mama bird nudging her baby bird out of the nest to use it's wings and fly.

Am I crazy brave enough to take a leap of faith and attempt to swing at the curve ball?

I could strike out :(  It could be a foul ball.  It might be a pop fly.  Heaven forbid...it's a homerun.  How do you handle the curve balls life throws your way?