we can’t stay

shipsAmy 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.

matterI like the safe harbor. I like it very, very much.

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.

his understanding

IsaiahThe month of January, I am joining a group of writers talking about risking rejection. Thank you to Amy Sullivan for encouraging us to move out of our comfort zones. You can read her risk and all the links to others here.

Last week, I sought to take a risk and say no (not an easy feat for me). I can’t say I was totally successful. I said no to one thing, while finding myself in another spot, as a substitute. I tried, does that count?

The next two weeks I will talk about risks that are intertwined with writing. Let’s be honest, I am a worrier and a doubter. Every day I hit publish on here or somewhere else I feel so vulnerable, I can barely breath. Also, I very much love writing.

There has been a lot of risk involved and an unbelievable amount of rejection.

 

My risk this week is trying again.

Last winter, Kids Can Press, Citizen Kids donated an entire set of books to About Proximity. They were unbelievably generous and believed in our message.

citizen kidI worked to put together a series of play groups involving the books. They were super fun; games, interactive activities, a big dose of families making a difference. I gathered up my proposal and met with someone at the public library. They have a wonderful auditorium space. I thought it might be a worthwhile addition to their summer offerings.

A week later I received a no. Saying no is hard for me. Receiving no is hard. I tend to think the worst of myself and my ideas. (This did not fit their themes.)

I packed up the books and slid them in their box under my desk. The great moral of how I did not give up never happened, because I did just that. I felt very sad and did not keep trying.

My risk rejection this week is to gather those books and the plans up again. I will commit them to God. If I don’t find a home for them, we will line my street and fill up my house. I can’t wait to write about them this summer.

 

His understanding when we are rejected is so great.

His ability to not grow weary of us and our hearts is so great. They are everything to him.