Risks

Today I went to church for the first time in a while.  I knew when I woke up that I was supposed to go.  I didn’t know why.  I decided that no matter what, I would stick it out for the whole service.  For some, this seems like a ridiculous statement…either because to you, it’s ridiculous to go to church on a Sunday morning.  For others because there is nowhere else that they can imagine being on a Sunday morning.

I walked into service only two minutes early—which for me is late.  Because I’m always 15 minutes early.  Turns out that Pastor Kyle was talking about taking risks.   I remember being convinced in the past that he had my phone tapped.  I make that assertion again.  It felt like he kept looking at me when he was talking. 

I am on the cusp of making a huge risk.  It is definitely a step forward for me.  I am excited to say the least.  I know that what I am doing is not only in my best interest, but in the best interest of those around me.  It will allow me to move into Philly.  It will teach me things that I need to learn to start my own business.  It will utilize my intelligence, the talents that I have.  I will be challenged beyond my capacity. 

But it means leaving comfort.  It means departing what I know to dive into something that is completely foreign to me. 

I know that I have to take the risk.  Not taking the risk would mean that a small part of me would die daily.  Sounds dramatic, I know.  But if you’ve ever been in this situation, you know what I’m talking about.

So, thanks, Pastor Kyle, for reading my mail.  Somehow I found peace in the midst of one of the most difficult decisions I’ve had to make in a while.  Thank you for listening and preaching a word that could not have been more timely.