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Meeting One Person {Risk Part 2}

Friday, I said that risk was good and that we need to meet lots and lots of people.  Then I drove off to the big city, full of people, and ran into several that I already knew.  I gravitated towards them, the known and the safe, and walked by hundreds I didn’t know.  Hundreds I didn’t meet.

Dinner at The Horn of Africa {in Portland!}

Stopping for fuel

I suppose I took my turtle shell with me.

Saturday in the Goodwill, two men mocked Christians and laughed at one very dear, very devoted and well-known saint.  They bantered and built their conversation around lies, and I just looked at the clothes on the hanger.

A real risk-taker, I was.

I was a country mouse in the big city without my husband and I just felt little.  I felt sure that my husband would want me to keep to myself in that situation, but honestly, I was happy in my shell.  Happy and risk-free.

Then Sunday, back in familiar fellowship, there was a new family.  I swallowed hard and fought down the self-doubt and really, fought down the pride that worries about self.

I extended my hand and forgot names and had to ask again and I may have talked too long or too loud or too irrelevant, but I did it anyways.

I actually introduced myself to someone new.  And today we talked for 30 minutes on the phone.

I had thought that I had failed after the Goodwill incident.  I felt guilty for not standing up for the truth and for being timid.  I read about Stephen this morning,  his boldness and his risk, and thought again about my lack of both.

But another good friend put it this way.  What’s risk to you is not necessarily risk to me.  What’s hard for you may be natural to me, but there other things that scare me, and other places for me to take risk.

Introducing myself to new people really is hard, as silly as that may seem to some.  It really seems like risk to me.  That’s one of the reasons I write.

So I overcome, one baby step at a time.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Giving Thanks for all this:

281.  Good friends

282.  A day with far-away friends

283.  Working on the dam with Jake

284. Being with my sister

285. Catching Fred {?I’ll be asking some questions ’bout this one?}

286. Jacob making soft pretzels, and taking bits of mom’s granola

287.  Bailey saying something not funny, and only her laughing

288.  Three people asking if we’re sisters : )

289.  driving 8 hours round trip  for a few good books,  a homeschool shot-in-the-arm,  and lots of good memories

290.  Good stories from the kids at home

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8 thoughts on “Meeting One Person {Risk Part 2}

  1. Oh, yes! I hear you. Different things are risky for different people. And I think Jesus (and Ann Voskamp) would tell you to give yourself some grace. God always gives more opportunities to share His glory. Way to go meeting a new family!

  2. Richard on said:

    Where in Portland did you venture? Great blog by the way…it is great to read your thoughts, and realize how frail we really should see ourselves, and know that the stranger approaching my comfort zones feels, and thinks like me. Oh if we really approached vulnerability, how our lives would be rich!

    Richard

    • We were at the convention center for a Homeschool conference/book fair. Great comments, by the way – vulnerability is huge faith, isn’t it?

  3. I read your post, and then your “About” page. You sound so much like me… right down to having a cute husband! I write for many of the same reasons you do and am not very fond of risk.
    Glad you linked up with Soli Deo Gloria this week.

  4. I hopped over from Soli Deo Gloria, too.
    And I really liked what you said about how we each have our own risks. May or may not be the same as someone else.

    For me, it’s a risk to just shut up once in awhile . . . and let someone else welcome the newcomer at church! 😉

    Seriously, though, celebrating with you in your courage steps. Perhaps not so small after all, when our heart is right. Remember the words of Mother Teresa, “We can do no great things, only small things with great love.”

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