It’s true. I’m afraid.
I’m afraid of a lot of things really, such as spiders and the dark. But that’s not what bothers me.
What I’m really afraid of is turning 30 years old. It’s not the age that gets me but the idea that I’m running out of time. It’s somewhat of a wake up call. Let’s face it, I’ve given up the idea or dream of owning my own house and a nice truck so that’s not it. It’s not even the fact that I’m still single…
It’s so much more than that.
It’s knowing that God has a purpose and a plan and me wanting to make sure that I’m in it. It’s knowing that there are people waiting on me. It’s seeing the Kingdom of God at hand and wanting to advance it and not being able to do it fast enough.
I want to make a difference.
I don’t know if you’ve heard that starfish story where the kid is throwing one starfish at a time back into the ocean out of thousands that were washed onto the shore. Then somebody asked him what he was doing, inferring that he can’t make a difference and he says “it made a difference to that one” as he throws one back.
Cute story, but it doesn’t work for me… I see something bigger. Instead of me trying to do something small on my own, I’d rather bring in countless others to join me in joining Him.
If I am living a life that doesn’t make me hit my knees in prayer the second I wake up, then I’m not truly living…
I have God sized dreams and it scares the mess out of me. God sized dreams require God sized faith, which honestly, I don’t have. But I have a little, and iif I could just borrow some of yours and we can do this thing together we just might be able to change this world.
You in? Because I need your help.
