For personal reasons, I was reminded of Moses. He was a man who had three distinct phases in his life; a life on the edge. First, he grew up in the palace of the Pharaoh of Egypt among the luxury and lifestyle of the wealthy and powerful. Then he was forced into the desert where he took up the career of a shepherd and the life of a husband and father, quite the comedown from his previous life. Finally, and not by choice, he became the leader of one persnickety people as they wondered the wilderness learning how to be God’s people. Who can blame him for losing it a time or two?
I admire people who take risks, move out of their comfort zones and grab life. A friend who has been an inspiration to me gave up a position many would think of as a dream job so that she could start her own business full of risks and uncertainty. She had a dream and a passion and is now reaching for it at a time in her life when many would be coasting toward a more comfortable lifestyle.
Speaking to another friend last week, he told me about the journey he and his wife were on that took them several thousand miles and around the world only to end up where they are now, an hour from where we grew up together. And still their journey is not over; they are really just on another stage of it.
Our daughter just returned from a mission trip to Africa. She left the safety of her life and took the risk. She saw and experienced things she could not have in the security of her home.
Barbara and I have talked before about the things we have done, the place we have gone and what we have seen in are journey together. We have many regrets but one that we do not have and never will; we do not regret living on the edge. We have dreamed, we have tried to keep God in our dreams and we have reached out for our dreams.