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I know there has been a dearth of “teh funnay” around these parts lately, but what can I say? I’ve got to follow my heart. And following my heart is precisely what led me to yesterday’s post, My One Word.
As I was writing it, it didn’t seem particularly difficult, but afterwards I was tired. In fact, other than tweets, comments on other blogs, and replies here, I didn’t write anything. I haven’t taken a “day off” like that since October. But it felt right. I suppose I needed time to ponder both what I’d written, and the replies that were coming in.
I have to say that I was shocked by some of the comments, the ones that called me “brave”–because I’ve never felt brave a day in my life. In fact quite the opposite. It’s funny now, and she can have a room in stitches, but my wife can still readily recall the consternation I caused her by hiding–little boy-like–when she would return things at the store. But last night she said something that left me equally dumbfounded: she said there was a new confidence in me, a willingness to try, that she hadn’t seen since… ever. All I can say is, like the denizens of Narnia, “Aslan is on the move.” The real Aslan, the one we call Jesus in this world. He has done, and is continuing to do, remarkable things in my heart. And if He can do these things for someone as messed up as me, He can do them for you, too.
As a side note, there were a lot of tipping points for me in the past year, most brought about by reading some incredible books (and many wonderful blogs as well):
A Million Miles In A Thousand Years by Donald Miller
Mad Church Disease & >Permission To Speak Freely by Anne Jackson
Outlive Your Life by Max Lucado
If I learned anything at all from those books, it was simply this:
The question is not why, but why not? And asking that question has led me to place where, though I’m still at times afraid, I can simply “ASK.”
In the end, if bravery is doing what needs done (despite the fear), then I guess I am brave. Why not embrace the mantle of that word as it settles on my shoulders? Why not? That goes for you, too: why not?