I lie and watch my life take random twists and turns, in strange dreams, night after night.
I walk about and see how quickly my best plans can go wrong, with wide open eyes, in broad daylight.
Why *do* I risk so much?
Living here on this earth means letting out my breath, unconsciously believing that there will be fresh air to fill my lungs again. It means speaking out, trusting that my words will hit their mark. It means being real, hoping that others will recognise it and respect my honest intent.
But what if those things fail to happen? What if the odds stacked up too high against me? Should I hold my breath indefinitely?
No. It is all worth the risk… for my life – eternal life – does not depend on those kinds of results. My life does not come from my job, or my hobbies, or anything else here on this earth. It comes from the Lord Himself, Who paid for it with *His* own life. His birth, ministry, death, resurrection, and ascension… they beat all the odds and revealed a higher plane on which to stake my all.
I sit and think again on all the risks He has caused me to take. None was bigger than the one He asked me to take on Him. And He has not let me down yet.
And He never will.
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“Then Jesus told his disciples, ‘If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever would save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for my sake will find it. For what will it profit a man if he gains the whole world and forfeits his soul? Or what shall a man give in return for his soul?'” Matthew 16:24-26
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