April 9, 2009
What a pity it would be if we never took risks in life… if everyday was the same, mundane and routine, safe and predictable… if our hearts never felt the rush of that inevitable roller coaster drop that comes with risks and stepping out. Or perhaps we take risks only after we are 100% sure that nothing will go wrong – a safe risk; a sure bet… at the end, not really a risk at all at.
And so it is. I think Portland is a stepping out. So many unknowns that could have freaked out. So many learnings and dealings with that could have discouraged. But we press on, and in the process, I feel we have been so blessed by the people around us and the new experiences… and by being able to see puzzle pieces and parts come together.
At the same time, I am convinced that taking risks, stepping out, feeling that rush of exhilaration mixed with fear, begins not in the big, but in the small. Stepping out in baby steps. Not everyone will be led to "move to Portland", but all can “risk” a new friendship, a smile at a stranger, a donation, time spent with someone… all these are “risks”. All these enrich our lives. All these stretch us and allow us to celebrate God’s faithfulness in His leading.
1 comment:
waah! when God makes a change it ends up being good. when i get something i want, there's always strings attached.
i'm waiting for the day when i leave my job for another and have to make new connections all over again. but this community is a harder to severe.
it's unfathomable that all sisters are now living in different countries but look what happened. life really is like a box of chocolates.
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