The risk
I've never been much of a risk taker. I colour inside the lines. Wear sensible shoes. Venture carefully through green lights. I'm wary of best before dates. A rule keeper. But when it comes to love, well, that's a completely different matter. This only occurred to me recently as I was driving away from a familiar place. I was crying because my heart was broken. That's really what it came down to. I took a risk. I opened my heart to Him and His people and they walked in and made themselves at home. Loving is so many things, both good and bad. Hellos and good-byes, waiting and watching, stopping and starting, hurt and hope, pain and joy. All mingled together in a messy jumble of tremendous emotions. But, do you know what really occurred to me? Thankfulness. Thankful that I have the capacity to love...