"Porque eres extranjera..." he began rapidly, almost nervously, and my mind froze in alarm. The young man at the checkout verbally identified me as a foreigner, then withheld my new purchase behind the counter and asked me something about
All In.
Do we trust His heart toward us enough to allow Him -- even to ASK Him -- to write a new story, to call us out deeper than our feet (or our resources, or our human logic) could ever wander? Being "all in" means getting "all out" of the boat.
I Dare You.
"Atrévete a creer," I wrote last night in purple ink, a mentor-letter to a young person from a Spanish-speaking country. "Dare to believe." I stopped suddenly, the pen suspended above the paper. Wasn't God saying the same thing to me?
Rhythms of Courage 