King's Daughter's Kitchen

If my puffy blue living room chair read my mind, it would tattle that I talk myself out of leaving my home, my comfort zone, way too often. I should spend less time there. I make excuses to stay home because everyone near my home are known factors with predictable habits.

Leaving my safe blue chair and home means change, stepping out of the boat. I understand that I’m in a time of growth, and God is preparing me for a something more, but I don’t know what. Each time I go out, it seems I learn some new lesson, maybe a hard lesson, about myself that challenges my thoughts or strengths. Life events, I’m sure divinely orquestrated, cause me again and again to recall the Word of God and apply it’s truths.

I ought to look forward to being used of the Lord every single time. My spirit is glad. My human self is afraid, almost petrified, up until the very moment I need to act. Then, it’s like someone cuts ropes off from around me, and I just go for it, bold and unashamed. I step out of the boat. I wonder what would happen if I was never scared. What would happen if I determined to allow God to give me that boldness, a constant, walking bravery, from the moment I left my driveway, or from the moment I woke up? I’ll bet I would spend a lot less time in my chair and a lot more time holding Jesus’s hand out of the boat.