I’ve never been one for risks. I trembled when standing on the edge of the 10 foot drop, about to leap into the lake below behind my teenage friends. I likewise hated the twice-ever rappelling down the side of a mountain as part of summer camp. I like to hang behind, assess a situation, and then gradually ease in. No surprise to tell you that I’ve never been one for high diving boards, and sky diving is not on my bucket list.
But there are ventures that I have dared to attempt. I’ve been on overseas mission trips to Haiti, Mexico, and Ireland with hardly a second thought. It terrified me, yes, but I still did it because there was something worth risking for. I entered into marriage relatively quickly – only after 1 year of friendship, 6 months of dating, and 6 months of engagement – I walked down the aisle and say my forever-and-always yes. It felt daring but safe all at the same time. I trusted my husband, but most importantly, I trusted God.
Then there have been risks and dares that I’ve been given. Like raising twins. And beginning a book proposal. And shifting careers, and a few break-ups before the marriage-to-the-man-of-my-dreams. So I may be more careful in calculating risk, but then that might make me more brave when I do perform a daring act.