The first reason I like this word so much is because it scares me.
Daring.
It floats from my mouth and either falls to the floor or lifts up and flies. Maybe I also like it because it is so much like me. I feel like so often I either melt into the crackling leaves and dirt beneath...or I move air beneath me and fly.
Call it being an introvert. Call it being a writer. Call it being an INFJ who wants "to change the world without being noticed." Call it whatever I like, that is me. That is me.
The second reason I like this word so much is because it inspires me.
Mary was daring when she said she was willing. Moses was daring when he said that he'd obey (even though it took him a while). Esther was daring, too, when she decided her life wasn't as important as making her plea, taking her stand.
Will I be as daring as they? Will I say I am willing? Will I say I will speak for those who cannot speak for themselves? Will I make my plea in prayer, take my stand on my knees?
There is only one way I can and that is by taking the hand of the One who knows me better than I know myself. He has my life laid before Him. He sees it all like a quilt draped lovingly over a bed, not as single squares--that is my view, by necessity and too often by choice.
So I stand here at the top of a hill, my favorite word floating from my mouth. Will it fall or will it fly? Will I? Can I trust Him with every square of this quilt, every single one?
Yes, yes, I can.
Because I dare.
Rachelle Rea is a Christian homeschool graduate currently studying communications in college. She adores words - both reading them and writing them - and whimsical things like full skirts or peach roses. You can visit her at her blog, Inspiring Daring.
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