“One must from time to time attempt things that are beyond one’s capacity. “ ~Pierre Auguste Renoir
I am an absolute chicken. I am not one to take risks. I don’t wear trendy patterned fabrics. I eat vanilla ice cream. I have no desire to try “dangerous” sports like wakeboarding or skydiving. I like comfortable and certain.
There is, however, a dreamer in me who thinks about big, new things. I see a picture of a friend who just ran a marathon and imagine what it would feel like to cross the finish line with Jell-O -legs and a sense of accomplishment. I sit in the audience listening to a godly woman share deep insights and wonder if I have that kind of truth and courage in me. A book written by a high school friend sits on my bookshelf, and I wonder whether a book with my name on the spine might one day rest beside it.
There is a gap between my dreams and my reality. This is different than the space between my dreams and my abilities, though. It is an important distinction.
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