Sometimes my family sits around the TV with a big bowl of popcorn and we watch movies.
Home movies. The kind we made years ago with a video recorder when my now teens were toddlers.
This stroll down memory lane makes my kids laugh. They point at our big hair and wild clothes and their childish antics. It makes me realize how fast time has flown, how old I’ve gotten and how many times I used to say “be careful” to my adventurous children.
No, seriously. In every video, I say it over and over. Don’t get too close to the edge. Watch the waves. Don’t get in over your head.
I am not brave.
I like safety. I like control. I like comfort.
When I said yes to God, I didn’t know where it would take me, but I knew I couldn’t live another day for myself, in my safe “be careful” world. I didn’t know leaving behind my known comfortable life and the American Dream would take me on a journey of wild obedience.
But it has.
There has never been a wild thing about me–not my hair, my clothes, my lifestyle, my past. Nothing. I have always lived a calculated, well-planned, safe life.
But now, with a God-sized yes tucked under my belt, people assume I am courageous.