What if...

fWhat if we just pulled up the stakes and left? Just WENT and DID?

The best decisions of my life never made any sense on a pro con chart. Those Excel spreadsheets are handy and all, been when it comes to a life of faith they rarely work.

When I was in high school I quit volleyball and decided to go to Ghana on a 3 month short term missions trip instead. The coach was not pleased; she was down right irate. Despite what she thought, it was a good decision, one of the best I've ever made.

Later I married my husband, who at the time, was a landscaper making a smidge over minimum wage. I alway told my mom I was going to marry rich because I wanted a maid. HA! A pro con chart would suggest falling head over heels for someone with a trust fund, not a landscaper. But, alas, my husband is no longer a landscaper. He is a intelligent, godly man full of integrity and his groundedness is the perfect match for my flightiness.

Then there is always our decision to add to our family through fost to adopt. The social workers at the county make no apologies for requiring prospective parents to lay their hearts on the proverbial rail road tracks. It made no sense. No pro con chart would recommend such action. But, as long as I live, I will never ever regret choosing to bring Baby into our home.

Some of my dumbest decisions, the ones I regret the most, are the ones where I didn't take the risk. I played it safe and lost.

I am not promoting recklessness here, well not precisely. I just wonder, "What if we jumped? What if we WENT and DID? What if we engaged the battle? Or took the road less traveled? Or went on some crazy adventure for Jesus?"

I think my life would count for more, and I might have more grey hair. I think I would know Jesus better, and feel more alien in my own country. I think I'd have better stories to tell my grandchildren, and more scars on my body and in my heart. I think I might know what Paul meant when he said, "For me to live is Christ..."