I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. Philippians 3:14
To risk is to expose to hazard or danger. I’ve got a newsflash for you: Life is risky. Everything about it. Relationships. Careers. Health. You name it. We are in the business of life and it is risky. Period. As a mother, I risk my heart continuously. I may not be in any real physical danger by loving my sons, but emotionally, I am constantly placing my heart on the line because I love them so much. Not trying to be morbid, but at any given moment during the day, they could be taken from me. And if that happened, my heart would be ruined. Of that, I am certain. But I love them. So I risk my heart. And they are worth it. Every bit of the risk they are worth. But many people don’t get that. They think they can walk right through life and never suffer any consequences from it. That if they are safe enough and smart enough, they will be bypassed by certain hurts and pains that this fallen world brings. If I’m being honest with you, I have fears. I know the Christian thing to do would be to tell you that I trust in the Lord with all my heart but quite frankly, I still find myself scared. Scared that I’ll experience more pain than I physically think I can handle. Scared that those I’ve entrusted my heart to will turn on me. Scared that when my life draws to an end that maybe nobody will care. But I do life anyway. Because anything worth having involves risk.