If you’ve been reading my blog this month you’ll notice I’ve been talking about risking rejection. One of the risks I’ve taken is to write a story, publicly, on my blog. (Come back tomorrow for part 2 of Dixie’s story!) I also mentioned last week that I’m stepping out to pray risky prayers.
Well, the Risk Rejection project is coming to an end. This is the last official week of risk taking. I’ve learned a lot and I’ve been encouraged by the group of women who have been stepping out in risk as well. (A big whoop whoop to you ladies!)
While I don’t feel I’ve taken a lot of dramatic risks this month I have thought a lot about the risks I’ve taken in the past and the risks I’d like to take in the future.
One thought that’s stood out from all of that thinking is this; I’m not opposed to risk taking, actually I quite like it, but I do get sweaty when it comes to risking rejection. For some reason there’s a difference. If a risk may lead to a loss of money, property damage, injury, inconvenience, hardship, fatigue, etc. I’m willing to weigh that risk and take it. But if I think someone I respect or admire may disapprove or people will misunderstand, if it leads to rejection, that freezes me in my tracks.
Which has taught me a lot about where my focus should be. And it takes me right back to risky praying. When we’re kept by Christ, indwelt by his Spirit, accepted by the Father, risk just doesn’t feel so risky anymore – it feels like faith. It leads us to ask according to his will, certain of his love, unafraid of what the outcome will be. His opinion will be all that matters which frees us up to love.
Even though this month of risk taking is officially over I know it’s really just been the beginning. I plan on continuing to pray big prayers for my family, community, and world. Prayers God just might ask me to be the answer too. I plan on continuing to write – we’ve still got a long way to go with Dixie! I’ve also been tossing around the idea of visiting our local assisted living to gather resident’s stories. I want to learn how to be a better storyteller. And I’m sure all kinds of new risks will present themselves.
I want to be the kind of person who embraces risks, regardless of the cost. Not risks for risks sake, just for a cheap thrill or attention. Risks that are born of faith, risks that look a lot like Peter stepping out of the boat and walking to Jesus. Risks that are for my neighbor’s good and defy my comfort. Risks that say – I trust.
So here is to a year of risking rejection! Of practicing digging deep into my heart and going with it. Of letting Jesus lead in Jesus sized ways, even if where he’s taking me looks impossible!
What about you? Is God calling you to trust him in a particular area of your life? Are you willing to risk?