Taken from this morning’s journal entry:
These days I’m kinda like the kid who colors inside the lines and then complains that my picture looks exactly like the cover of the coloring book. Small, safe strokes keep things tidy. And boring. What happened to the fearless childhood me that loved finger painting on the front door?
Loving anyone and anything is messy. Living to create a vibrant picture of His love, of the Gospel and His goodness means that I’m going to have to risk failure. It’s not the picture this world is painting. It’s far beyond those little lines… today calls for courage.