Willing to Risk

Am I willing to risk?

Am I willing to risk sounding bad when I sing?
Am I willing to risk stumbling over my words?
Am I willing to risk making up a chorus that makes no sense?

Am I willing to be misunderstood, misjudged?
Am I willing to be thought foolish or weird or sacrilegious?
Am I willing to loose my reputation?

Am I willing to loose my dignity?
Am I willing to loose face?
Am I willing to . . . anything?

Am I willing to loose anything, throw anything away, do anything in the pursuit of my Daddy’s heart?

Am I willing to risk it all?

He risked it all, threw everything he knew away, lost it all for the sake of finding me.

Will I do the same?

Will I throw away the fear of man to pursue my Daddy?

Do I really want Him like I say I do? Am I willing to pay the price of knowing His heart?
Am I willing to pay the price of dreaming His dreams, of being His resting place, of being a womb for His desires?
Am I willing to pay the price for His complete trust in me?

It seems like such a high price to pay.
It seems too cheap a price.

At what point does He become worth more to me than the fear of man?

At what point will I lay it all down and declare that the fear of God carries more weight in my heart than the fear of man?

I want to know His heart.
I want to dream His dreams.
I want to conceive and bring forth His desires.
I want to be a blessing to My Daddy.

I want Him to trust me . . .
. . . and it is worth any price.