I am not brave.
But I strive to be obedient.
And obedience sometimes causes you to makes decisions you would not make and take risks that you would not take.
Like Abraham who left all to go to a land that God would eventually show him.
Or, Daniel who remained faithful to God despite the threat of being thrown in a lions’ den.
Or, Paul who traversed lands to tell others about Jesus even after being imprisoned, beaten, and left for dead.
I love spontaneity, but with a bit of planning.
I live for adventure, as long as it’s relatively safe.
I will take a risk, if I can insure minimal damages and destruction.
I love life, and I seek to enhance mine in many ways, but also to preserve it.
You needed to know this about me, because I feel like my adult life has demonstrated the opposite.
Like right now. Right now I sit in a home in a part of Atlanta that has historically been forgotten, with my son attending a school in an area that is currently forgotten.
It is not pretty.
It is not easy.
And I am struggling.
I have no clue about the “what” or the “why” of our move. Only that I believe we are supposed to be here.
I have no clue about how God will move or provide or what roles we will play. I only know that we are supposed to trust Him in the process.
I also know that I have been here before. Every move I have made has been filled with unanswered questions.
Questions that were never answered before the obedience. But only in and through it.
Questions that once answered allowed me to see how faithful God is and how I can trust Him (even when I feel that I can’t).
So. Here I am. Again.
Not brave. But obedient.
Not with an absence of fear, but choosing to have faith, reminding myself daily that…
“We walk by faith, and not by sight.” (2 Corinthians 5:7)