Have you ever found yourself in a crucial moment where everything sort-of freezes and you swear you can see those little angel/devil characters pop up on your shoulders? Not the life or death, danger vs. responsible stuff, but the kind of decision that requires you to push your limits.
The kind of moment that makes you want to simultaneously run towards the excitement and run away at the same time.
The kind of moment when you have the choice between doing things like you've always done them or stepping out on a limb.
A decision that could put you so far out of your comfort zone that you try to come up with a million excuses to run from it.
It doesn't necessarily mean that one way is good and one way is bad, but there's a decision that will either keep you on your manicured side of the fence or lift you over to the unknown.
I think we've all been there.
But even when I find myself tugging for that shallow water, when fear kicks in and begs to stay planted, to keep things clean, to resist adding something else to the pot ---
there's another side of me that knows I need to go deeper.
And in my bones I feel that I was not made to grow roots, but to explore and fly and chase.
And my hands pray to get dirty, to be in the thick of life.
And my head tells me that a watched pot never boils.
Change doesn't come from running away. Growth doesn't happen when we sit still. We don't build relationships when we don't reach out.
It's really that simple.
"For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline." 2 Timothy 1:7
If there's one thing I've learned over and over again in this life, it's that we were not created to live a life of comfort. We were made to be stretched, to use our gifts, to teach and serve one another, and to love unconditionally. We're called to treat our minds, bodies, souls, and world with honor, and to dream big with all that those pieces are capable of.
Control has this funny way of becoming our comfort sometimes; we find some area of our life were we can get a grip and it starts to feel so good when things are going "the way they should". Then suddenly, we find ourselves with white knuckles, missing the life around us because we're worried about the perfection, the plan.
But what do we do when we realize that our grip is getting in the way of our grit?
We shake out our hands and begin to live palms up.
Plans are purposeful, but what a shame it would be to miss out on life's beautiful surprises because we're too busy holding tight to the should be's.
I hope you choose to embrace whatever mess you find yourself in today.
Turn towards it and hug it deeply, feel gratefulness toward it, smile at the crazy, and do something new that moves you out of fear and into a life of acceptance, love, and empowerment.