The deeper I walk into the mysteries of God and the more confidently I embrace them, the more foolish I appear to the world.
Everything is upside down; there is a way that seems right to a man.
My husband took a significant risk at work last week: in a place where the name of Jesus may not be mentioned, he unraveled the whole beautiful story to a person lost in desperate darkness.
He planted hope and it may yet cost him his job.
As we were sharing this story with the kids, one of the little ones asked if Daddy was going to die for his faith. We laughed in the moment, but really, this call to live in Christ is a call to come and die.
{And we may die for Jesus one day, just as brothers and sisters all over the world are dying in His name even now. I dare not believe that this façade of peace is here forever; I need to live ready.}
Yet, courage has to build one step at a time as I learn what life really is and what it means to follow a Redeemer-King whose wisdom is folly to the world: it means exchanging my comfort for the cross; replacing worldly wisdom for seemingly-confounding Supernatural Revelation, and swapping personal peace for a Love so wide it leads into eternity. It also means resting in the shadow of His wings and abandoning ‘it all’ to the one who loves me the most and knows every detail of my life… my times are in His hands.
I have never been more proud of my husband. Watching him, ready to ‘die’ (lose his reputation/job), because his love for Jesus just won’t be contained any longer is about the most solidly beautiful thing I have seen in my life.
He makes me brave.
It’s been a powerful week as we have walked together, prayed together and pressed into all the perfect promises of Scripture as though our lives depended on it…
…Because they do.
The road to heaven starts here; travel light and risk it all.