Today I took a chance. Today I figuratively disrobed myself and stood naked and vulnerable for all to see by simply putting my story out there. My tale is now exposed to being read, analyzed, and criticized. The thought of it makes my stomach do somersaults. But there’s no turning back and one impactful outcome is worth the scorn of three critics, of that I’m sure.
In this short life, oftentimes the chances we don’t take hang upon the fear of rejection. Yet, if we were to fire up our imaginations and think forward to the end of our years, trying to imagine what hindsight would look like from that future vantage point, it would be easier to fathom that chances—even some of the audacious ones—should be taken. Suddenly, from that imagined, gray-haired perspective every missed opportunity to champion the cause of Christ’s love and encouragement and to honor God by using our gifts and talents will feel like a dreadful loss of valuable and irreplaceable time.
Every day that I thought about attempting to write anything at all, I was met with 1,001 defeating thoughts. You can imagine most of them, but the one I realize now as being the most crippling: “You don’t need to write this or anything. What you have to say has already been said.” To some degree, I did not tackle an entirely virgin topic. But my journey as experienced by me is exactly what ONE person may need to read to find targeted hope. That’s the chance I had to take; the chance at leaping over the nagging excuses and crossing over into the realization of my purpose.
Behind the fears, excuses, nagging thoughts and procrastination, there is a seed struggling to break open and bud. The seed has always been there. It will always be there. It’s up to us to decide if and when and how we will allow it to completely blossom and sometimes the first step just requires taking a chance.
“Do the thing you fear most and the death of fear is certain.”