I have always considered myself a person who takes risks. I make choices that give my mother stomach ulcers from worry because she always assesses the risk as too big. I am the first to volunteer to jump out of plane. Or possibly even more risky, work in North Philly with teenagers. I immediately on joining the rugby team in college and somehow survived living in Russia.
This weekend there was revelation: I am not a risk taker when it comes to my heart. I don't have great concern about physical risks, but emotional ones, now that is a different story.
God spoke this weekend. It was clear. The wall has to come down. Now, will I take the risk?
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