Audacious: Who Does She Think She Is?

audacious: au-da-cious (adjective)

1. extremely bold or daring; recklessly brave; fearless

2. extremely original; without restriction to prior ideas; highly inventive

3. recklessly bold in defiance of convention, propriety, law, or the like; insolent; brazen

4. lively; unrestrained; uninhibited

She’d been called a lot of things, but she couldn’t recall anyone ever calling her audacious.

That’s not to say she was the fearful sort. She was always up for an adventure, but it was usually someone else’s idea and she was just along for the ride.  She would certainly never jump without a net.

She could be creative and she usually picked the brightest crayons in the box, but she was never one to color outside the lines.

Some might say she lived a charmed life. She would say she was blessed. She loved deeply and was deeply loved and she never ran out of reasons to be grateful.

Still.

Still, she thought maybe she was missing something.

Like maybe she wasn’t doing everything she’d been made to do.

Sometimes those thoughts made her excited to know she could be part of something bigger than her imagination.

Sometimes those thoughts made her feel anxious, like she was running out of time to do whatever it was she was meant to do.

Sometimes those thoughts made her feel ashamed, like she thought she was somebody special. Just who did she think she was?

But she knew who she was! She was special! She was a child of the King. He had made her to do big things for Him!

She had big dreams but they were fuzzy around the edges. She’d thought about sleeping in her contacts to see if she could bring them into focus, but she had a feeling her problem was bigger than her nearsightedness.

Sometimes she felt like the good guest towels and the special soaps she put out when company came. They stayed clean and pretty but they rarely did what they were made to do. She didn’t want to get to the end of her story with anything held back.

But what was she supposed to do next?

Didn’t everyone want to do big things for God?

Then why weren’t big things happening everywhere all the time?

What was holding everyone back?

She didn’t know.

But she was tired of being like everyone else.

She was tired of waiting for everyone else to tell her it was okay to do something different.

To dare.

To dream.

To teach her children to tear down walls and find new ways to be Jesus in the places they lived.

She knew if she didn’t at least start, she’d never even have a chance to finish whatever it was God had dreamed for her to do.

It could rock the boat.

People may wonder.

It might not be safe.

But maybe it was time to do something worthy of being called audacious.

Maybe it was time for a change.

With gratitude to Jon Acuff and Jeff Goins who have me thinking big thoughts this week.

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12 responses to “Audacious: Who Does She Think She Is?

  1. Great post! I feel like you were writing about me. You got me pumped.

  2. Susan

    I love, love, love reading what you write. It’s full of light and life! I want to read the next paragraph, page, or chapter! I’m fully engaged, you have my attention!! Have a blessed day!!

  3. hisgirlamber

    You’ve got me on the edge of my seat! Go, Whimzie, Go!

    Ps: totally get this. Totally.

  4. I adore this muchly. I linked to it in my post this morning, a post far inferior to yours, but there nonetheless. This is my inspiration for the week: “Rejected pieces aren’t failure; unwritten pieces are.” —Greg Daugherty

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