I first heard the Boiling Frog story from my high school biology teacher. Gross.
Never heard of it? The story is that if you try to put a frog in hot water it will jump out, but if it is placed in cold water that is slowly heated, it will not perceive the danger and will be cooked to death. True or not, I think it is a pretty powerful metaphor.
Or maybe I don't forget; I just get distracted by routine.
I get lulled to inaction by the 'good', instead of being inspired by the wild ways of God. Procrastination becomes the top song on my playlist, mediocrity and comfort my faithful companions.
I could easily close my eyes today and be carried away by the ride that is my life. And in what would feel like an instant, I could open my old wrinkled eyes and see a life that was all about me feeling safe and good. And I would grieve the life I could have lived. I would grieve deeply the undiscovered life full of wonder and risk, hard work and adventure and love that I had been created for.
Today I will fight to keep my eyes open. I will be thankful for the hard moments. I will try to find ways to jump every single day. I will trust God with the empty rooms in my life. I will use what I've learned. I will be brave enough to live a wild life. Who's with me?