written by Sarah Elizabeth, the Restless Bird
What is this life of daring?
I believe it’s living life as a restless bird. One who’s longing to be more. This year God has been speaking to me over and over again about how I need to be a more daring young woman. Earlier on this year I was the proverbial “restless bird,” but not in the right way. You see, I was restless in that I didn’t dare to believe in myself and the gifts that God had given me. Instead I chose to let my fears and my worldly worries consume me. These negative restless behaviors were weighing me down, and they kept me from letting go and just flying.
After much pruning by The Master Gardener, many whispers to my feathery heart and going through the stretching motions of my comfortable secure, the Lord has made me once again restless. But this time it’s in all the right ways.
Over the past few months I’ve found myself longing to become that restless-daring-more-than kind of young woman. I’ve become the daring one who longs to do more, to be more, to inspire more, to love more, to minister more, to know Him more and to pen more words than ever before. These are the things that have made this life of mine a daring one…and the restless spirit within me is now starting to take it’s hold.
This kind of daring living requires us to live off of hope, to drink of the living waters constantly and to consume the bread of life, which fills our souls. Daring is found in the letting go, the releasing and living out of sweet dreams, and in the chasing after of everything more. A daring lifestyle will never be found in an overly complacent person, or the one who is too comfortably secure.
We’ve got to realize that it’s okay to live life daringly. In fact I’m pretty sure God would endorse it, don’t you? We must let our fears perish, and decide to live a life uncaged.
So, what are you chasing after?
I’m chasing after my dreams of becoming an author. (Wow. I actually said it!) Though I may sit here in front of a blank computer screen some days, not a word of inspiration to be found within my muddled brain, I dare to write anyway. I chase this daring restless venture, this seeking of more and this release of living out a story not my own, so that I might be a clearer reflection of Christ. I choose to let God be the One to write my story, though He never needed my permission of course, every day. Then I sit down and I write a story all my own and posts for you to read about this heart that wanders hither and yon.
It’s in this everyday scrambling to chase after my word-filled watercolor dreams that I find myself desperately daring to be more.
Will you choose to be daring, too?
This everyday pursuit of my dreams, and my Jesus, is how I choose to live out this restless life of mine…daringly.
I’ll admit that the daring life isn’t always an easy one.
There are those days when it seems like it would be easier to just pull the covers over my head, and be content to only dream about the days I long for, instead of living them out. And I’m learning that anything worth living for will be hard to strive after.
But living a daring, eucharisteo filled, dreaming-every-second kind of life is one that satiates this hungry soul of mine, and it’s the kind that calls this restless bird back home to nest, at the place where peace resides. My nest is found at the feet of Jesus.
So here’s to the restless ones, the dreamers and the worriers…
let’s live a life of daring together!