A couple weeks ago, after I had said goodnight to Esther and told her that I’d come to bed late for the umpteenth time, I found myself asking myself, “Is this all worth it?”  Since then, I can’t seem to get that question out of my head and it seems to apply to every situation.

Is it worth it to leave home, comfort, friends, and family to do something that has no definite guarantees of success?  Is it worth it to try and establish a whole new life knowing that you’ll probably have to leave again in 3 years?   Is it worth missing out on your new nephew’s first three years of life where the extent of your relationship is confined to watching him blow raspberries on webcam?  Is it worth leaving the church you love, the community you love, the worship team you love, and try and rediscover community as the outsider?  Is it worth not being there to walk with your best friend in his new marriage or not be with other friends as they have (or try to have) kids because you’re pursuing something that you could very well fail at?  Is it worth taking Esther away from everything she loves and is comfortable with simply because you’re doing what YOU want to do?

And then, after telling myself to suck it up and to stop being such a drama queen, I look 10-15 years ahead and imagine, “What if I DIDN’T?”  What if we never took the risk?  What if I never gave myself the chance to fail because I was too scared?  What if I played it safe my entire life?  Could I really live with myself after that?  Could I teach that kinda lesson to my kids?

I guess in the end, all I can really believe is that One Day It’ll All Make Sense, but for now I have to believe that I’m always better off taking risks with God than you are playing it safe by myself.

A good friend gave me a reminder this past weekend of the verse that encouraged me to begin this journey in the first place.  Enjoy.

-nev-

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