Where I jump on social media and I begin trolling through Facebook and live vicariously through pictures and statuses.
I find people who have similar callings or passions to my own and while they live theirs out, I am at home, sitting in my chair, looking at their pictures.
It is the difference of risk and fear.
We all crave adventure. We want to be brave. We want to rise up, throwing every fear off and away, and run without hindrance, fly without weight, dance with perfect abandon.
But we are constantly stopped. We constantly feel stuck.
Sometimes the ways of the world seem so suffocating; filled with fear and anxiety, silencing the wonder and awe and trapping us as slaves of society's priorities.
Can I just say it, because it probably needs to be said?
You don't answer to the world. Society doesn't tell you who you need to be. You don't have to follow it's rules and ways, but you have a beautiful opportunity to follow Him.
Him who is outside of every box. Him who breaks every rule. Him who is explosively beautiful.
Him who weaves Himself through the hearts of men and women and says, "awake!" Him who walks through death, sickness and sin, and commands it away with His very showing up.
And that as you follow Him, He won't call you to the boxes and the lines and the rules. He might call you to live outside that box, laying across those lines, crashing right through these rules. And that desire in you for adventure, for fearlessness, for courage will awaken.
And then you may just be scared half out of your mind.
You'll think of everything He has said, maybe you'll write it in your journal, post it on your wall, pray it out in the shower. To not be afraid because He is with you. That He has not given you a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind. To pick up your Cross, deny yourself, follow + go.
And you'll have moments where tears become your food and your heartbeat is louder than your voice and you'll wonder - did I really hear Him, is this really what He said?
And without even realizing it, you have begun a dance.
You have begun a dance with Him where you are no longer looking where to step next, but you have abandoned in this surrender, allowing Him to lead. And that the only thing that matters to you, the only thing you're thinking about, is keeping your eyes on His eyes.
Because if that's where they are, you know that He has you.
That when you fall back, you know His hands are right underneath you. That when you are moved from the left or the right, you know in just a moment He will pull you back, and pull you back that much closer into Him. And that when you are up in the air and you can no longer feel the ground beneath, you know He is beneath you.
And that as you never look away, as you just keep looking into those eyes. Those eyes that see so much of what we don't see; those eyes that see life and hope and newness in all things. Those eyes that are filled with pictures of who you really are. Those eyes that break your chains before they even set up camp. Those eyes that call you closer, draw you nearer. Those eyes.
You stop feeling the fear of the leap and the fall and the abandon. But even on the days where you do, where it still gets a lump in your throat or a pause in your heartbeat, one look in His eyes reminds you that it's worth it. That He is creating something beautiful.
That to be fearless, to practice risk, to be brave is not just a calling, it is a command. .
A command that becomes easy when you see Him. When you know Him. When you've found Him. A command that is not a rule or a you-have-to, but it is an invitation to an adventure.
An adventure that will leave you breathless.