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03.
Attentive to Love
The radical act of living loved, the fearlessness of resting in our own belovedness in Christ, was and is the only way to root out fear and truly live free. So that was the year I decided to run my first 5K in support of Mercy Ministries of Canada, a Christian nonprofit, free-of-charge residential home for young women with life-controlling issues. At the end of the race, I promptly threw up and collapsed, as if it were a marathon, but hey, I did it!
That was the year I signed with a literary agent. Even if the world doesn’t need another book, I needed to write one. So I researched and wrote a book proposal, and then I survived my fair share of rejections, a few very pointed ones, I might add, before signing a book deal with a publisher. And then I wrote a book about Christian feminism, the heart of God, and the kingdom ways of Jesus. That was also the year I decided to stop being afraid of public speaking, and I accepted my first speaking invitations.
That was the year I had a personal encounter with third-world poverty. I went to Haiti with Help One Now, a group of people dedicated to using their gifts, talents, and resources to help end extreme poverty, care for orphans, rescue slaves, and see communities transformed by serving local leaders on the ground. I got to know Haiti and made a few friends. I learned how much I didn’t know about community development and how helping can hurt. I learned to stop talking about “the poor” and start seeing and serving and listening to real people. I decided to stop making excuses for not engaging personally with poverty relief and orphan care. And with a group of friends and my online community, we raised the money to finance the building of a school there in cooperation with local Haitians.
That was the year I took the risk of community again, particularly with intentional church. It meant time and energy, absolutely, but the greater fear to be conquered was the fear of being hurt. I walked out the fearlessness of showing up for people, and letting other people into my own heart and home.
That was the year I truly leaned into my identity in Christ. I rested and I prayed. I lived like I was beloved, I prayed like someone was listening, I cried and I got angry and I questioned. I spent a lot of my time in Scripture and in silence. I had intended to spend the year doing a lot of stuff that scared me, but in the end, surprisingly, instead I began to believe, really believe, the truth of the psalmist: “I sought the Lord and he answered me; he delivered me from all my fears” (Psalm 34:4, NASBScripture quotations marked (NASB) are taken from the New American Standard Bible®, Copyright © 1960, 1971, 1977, 1995, 2020 by The Lockman Foundation. Used by permission. (www.lockman.org)).
And so that was also the year I learned that the most fearless thing I can do is to keep showing up, in my own real, right-now life, as a disciple of Jesus. That was the year I found hope, like a seed in my life, and I decided to fearlessly guard that small sprout.
Jesus calls us to faithful in the secret, long before— and often in lieu of—being radical on a stage. So I began to learn how to be fearless in my marriage and in my mothering, with my family and with my friends; someday, I hope I’ll come to love the whole world.
Fearlessness rarely has much to do with adrenalin. In fact, it often looks like a quiet determination to simply live fully into the daily work of loving others well. And that was the year of a thousand sacred and mundane moments made beautiful.
As I said, what a year!
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04.
Expectations and Gifts
The sun had disappeared and the sky was turning navy, so I put the baby back into her stroller. She proceeded to holler the entire way back up the hill. Once she had tasted freedom, she could not go back to her tame little stroller. She fought the restraints, and I wondered whether she would be so indignant if she hadn’t been so happy being free.
I used to think that conquering my fears would be a lot sexier than it really was. I thought I would be rewarded for my efforts by a good experience. I thought that if I said yes to writing my book that the words would flow easily and offers would pour in. I thought that if I got up my courage to try intentional community again, that I would be met with kindred spirits and casseroles and a welcoming committee instead of the slow burn of building relationships. I thought that if I said yes to Haiti, that I would not be as wrecked and powerless and wondering as I feel right now. I thought that if I say yes to public speaking for a good reason that I would not lose it—and then cry the entire way through my carefully prepared speech (which has happened). But it didn’t always work that way. Sometimes the first step was just as awful as I had imagined. But I did it anyway, learning to trust God in the space between the leap and the landing.