I recently had a guy tell me that faith was spelled R-I-S-K. I was compelled to ask myself, "When last did I really take a risk? When last did I really step out in faith?"
Taking a risk means stepping out into unknown territory... and mere thoughts about the great unknown have the potential to send my mind for a long-term trip into the clouds. I internally assess every possible outcome, and rarely end up putting risk (or faith) to the test.
The unknown has a way of keeping us at bay. And like a caged, wild animal, we eventually find ourselves frustrated and restless.
Whilst at Movement Conference in Detroit, Michigan two weeks ago, I felt like God told me to put my pride in my pocket. My pride was hindering my faith. I was too proud to step out, too proud to look silly in front of the crowd. My pride was also attached to fear — the fear of failure.
I had a revelation that we are all like clouds filled with water. We were built to rain God's kingdom down on this earth, and just sitting on the sidelines watching others step out in faith simply isn't good enough!
I feel like I've embarked on yet another pilgrimage — one of faith like never before!
We are all clouds filled with water, and it's time to rain.