What is the cost of truly living? Risk. What risk’s reward? Living. It’s basic math. So, why is it difficult to move towards that which will make us most alive? What is it about giving our hearts to a person or a place or some thing that is so daunting it paralyzes us or causes us to run in the wrong direction and hide. What does it take to look at our fear in the face, take a deep breath, and jump in?
I also accept that with the possibilities of pain, failure and looking like a fool, come the exciting expectations of love, winning and becoming a heroic example—becoming another story of a real person who jumped and did not regret it.
Risk requires that I be ‘all in’. I must commit. Although my actions might not play out as I imagine, the reward is sure: living fully alive. Our experiences teach, and shape who we are and the lives we lead. When I risk, I am doing something exhilarating and frightening. I battle fear by moving toward a desire I know will cost my comfort.
Allowing God to shape me into the warrior he designed me to be means being willing to do the things I have never done, knowing they will hurt, because risk requires a fight to confront and feel things I am unaccustomed to. Nevertheless, I also accept that with the possibilities of pain, failure and looking like a fool, come the exciting expectations of love, winning and becoming a heroic example—becoming another story of a real person who jumped and did not regret it. One who chose to act on hope and saw God came through.
Stepping out into the unknown proves the impossible possible, whether we are changing jobs, starting a new relationship, or pursuing a secret ambition. The process can single us out and leave us feeling lonely, but it’s not reality. Risk brings people together and draws us nearer to God.
We overcome nothing on our own, especially the dreams that intimidate us most. Yet, we were made to hope, rise up and move forward. Made for the challenge; the ride of trusting God with all that our hearts yearn for.