so many times i ask myself: what am i doing?
where am i going with this silly dream of mine. the time, the energy, the work, the cost. is it worth it?
maybe you ask yourself that question about your dream too. maybe it’s your job, your education, your life.
but that’s the thing about risk. it’s a risk.
when you dare to dream and chase those dreams something has to give. we have the same number of hours in the same number of days and there’s always more we can do.
more friends to see, more time to give, more lives to touch, more. and now it seems we’re giving less.
but are we?
so often i’m haunted by the critical doubter that lives in the shadow of my dream, dwells in the darkest places of my own mind. each time i get close to stepping out in faith i hear it’s voice. the one who calls out my deepest fears. who knows the places too vulnerable to touch. who sees the insecurities hiding beneath the surface of my life.
but what is a life without a dream? what is a dream that doesn’t try? and what good is a reward that didn’t require risk?
maybe it’s true – if you don’t risk anything, you end up risking everything.
we were made with a purpose – a dream – a wish – a heart’s prayer. we were made to live our lives well and with intention. but we come to the edge of all that we know, and all we can do by our own strength and those voices swirl around us, tempting us to turn back. to give up when we’ve already come so far.
take that step into the unknown and believe He will meet you. do what it takes to dare greatly. to risk something you have so that you never look back and wonder what could have been.
you never know just what He’ll do if you believe enough to take a chance on you.
embrace the wonder, let go of your fears & fly.