Friday, May 01, 2015
Five Minute Friday: Door
When I was in the third grade, I took gymnastics for one day. Got scared after that and gave up.
The older I've gotten, the more risks I've taken. By risks, I mean choosing an open door.
I don't want to get to the end of my life and have regrets. Oh, sure. I know there are some things that I will probably be wishing I'd changed, but for the most part, I don't want to look back and regret all the things I missed out on just because I chose not to open a door or walk through one that was already opened for me.
My husband will do anything. I think he is so brave. He may have me fooled, but in the 24 years we've been together, he as done and accomplished so much. Not everything has worked out to his advantage, but he has these experiences that were life changing nonetheless.
And that's what I want.
I want to be brave. I want to walk through doors and have experiences that I never dreamed possible. I want to be able to share what I've done with God's strength to help others along whichever door their path is leading.
I don't want to stand at the door and wonder what's on the other side.
I want to walk in and live.