“A ship in a harbor is safe, but that’s not what ships are made for.” So said a poster we used to have on our wall. I have always struggled with the desire to be “safe.”
Think of a child learning to walk. Between the safety of the chair he’s hanging onto and the outstretched arms of Daddy across the room, there’s a zone of vulnerability. Will he take the chance?
Between the security of where I am right now and the goals God has for me is a lot of uncharted water–and I can’t swim!
What has God made me for? I read today about people who began and accomplished amazing things in their 90’s. And I’m not even 60. What am I afraid of? Will I take the chance? I want to say yes.