I watch as my boys scamper through the obstacle course. Foot after foot, knee after knee, hand over hand. Then, suddenly, down goes my youngest. I rush to help him, my heart beating wildly. He flashes a wild grin. No fear, this one.
My sons live life with a verve that is both heartwarming and terrifying. My friends don’t know that I used to be just like them, living life with courage and a willingness to risk. I long for that childlike readiness to step out, to live the bold life God envisions for His followers.
Long ago, when the Lord promised He would help Joshua, He required him to be strong and courageous (Joshua 1:9). And that theme echoes throughout Scripture. God “gave us a spirit not of fear but of power and love and self-control” (2 Timothy 1:7).
Yet life is difficult, and fear is real. I often wonder: What happened to my sense of adventure? When did I become timid? When did the world’s challenges and opportunities become too risky? When did God — or more accurately, my perception of Him — become any less God?