I haven’t dared much in my life. In fact, I’m pretty conventional. I’m not an adrenalin junkie. I don’t have an incurable sense of wanderlust (though I’d to travel to Paris). A few years ago, when sampling oysters on the half shell for the first time, I reached the far limits of my thrill meter. Me–adventurous? Not really.
But, by God’s extravagant grace, I have dared this one thing.
I have dared to believe that the Bible is true.
I have dared to trust in a God I cannot see.
I have dared to put my faith in the work of Christ on the cross, to believe in impossible promises, to love the God of divine surprises.
And I have not been disappointed.
I am learning the sweetness of repentance . . . forgiveness . . . mercy . . . grace. I am growing in the ways of God, loving deeply, from the heart. I am walking in the path of life. I am watching Him change me from glory to glory. And my restless soul has found rest in Him.
Linking up today with Amanda’s “Habit of Being.”