Amy Sullivan’s risk rejection is still going strong. Read this week’s here including the risk that makes Amy itchy.
My brother drew a picture for my Mom when he was young. This quote and a pencil drawing of a ship covered the paper, and she still has it today.
It’s this inner strength building. The call of God drawing you out of what is safe.
I work with a student in a 2nd grade classroom. Last Monday, the teacher read a book about Martin Luther King Jr. As they drew closer to point where he was shoot, their eyes grew wider. My student turned to me when the last page was shut, tears in his eyes. “Why? Why would someone do that?” he asked.
I don’t know the why.
I do know we have to do hard things. God longs for our voices.
I could tell you all the things I hope for this year, but honestly, I don’t know. I’m weary. Those dreams rise and fall like the waves in those deep waters past the harbor.
This is what I know, even if it hurts, I can’t stay. I have to risk the leaving, because it matters. I have to risk rejection, because their are places and people that need our proximity, and we need theirs.
We will risk rejection every time.