It has been a while, hasn't it? I have so many ideas for some cool blog posts but I simply cannot find time to sit down and write them all down... and then I forget (terrible, I know). But I hope this one blesses your heart because this post comes from the other side of the bridge (I wrote about that here and most recently here).
So I've done it. I've crossed to the other side. I closed my eyes to the fear of the unknown, held my breath and ran over before I could change my mind (for the 400th time). My family has relocated to Arizona leaving behind everything we had known as a family for the sake of a dream. It has been over a month now since our plane touched ground in Phoenix.
And as we are transitioning to a different lifestyle, taking time to rest from organized ministry for the sake of regaining our focus - some things are becoming very clear to me.
1) It is never as tough on the other side as you are afraid of.
2) It is never as easy on the other side as you may hope.
That's it. Maybe you were already aware of those two things (as have I) but somehow shaping them together in 2 sentences side by side helped me make sense out of everything that was happening to me. See, it is always so scary to jump into the unknown because of all of our fears: fear of failure, fear of loneliness, fear of making a mistake, fear of disillusionment. That is exactly why so often people settle - for a mediocre job, for a socially acceptable existence, for the safe, for the known. Those are also the people who often look back at their life with regret, wishing they could have accomplished more and seen more of their dreams come to pass. Dreamers afraid to take a risk to make their dream happen. I refuse to be that person. My biggest fear (ok, one of them) is that I look back at my life and wish I had lived it differently. I raise my proverbial glass to those who are not afraid to live life. Yet, even among the risk takers one may often find foolish people - those who having not counted the cost are willing to jump into anything that comes their way, anything that sounds exciting. Those people often hurt their loved ones and may become disillusioned when seeing their dream happen comes at a great cost. I am realizing that nothing about what we want to do in ministry is going to be handed to us on a silver plate. Starting over, pursuing dreams requires hard work, planning, commitment, stick-to-it-ness.
Don't sit at the bank of the river afraid to cross the bridge - but don't expect that by crossing you'll avoid having to work for your dream.
If you have any further thoughts - feel free to chat in comments :)