Earlier this month, I found myself standing on a box in the middle of a plaza. Fountains roaring in the background, vendors down the way, and trees arching over the wide sidewalks. And then there was me, in the middle of it all, speaking out about God’s faithfulness and goodness. I never thought I would be that person. The person talking about Jesus in the middle of a park as people pass by. 

Sharing that boldly, even for something as short as a two minute testimony, isn't something I have a personal schema for; and it's not something I was comfortable doing. I was being asked to get up on top of a box, in public, and share a story I hadn't even rehearsed. What typical person does that? I like things to be planned, practiced, and structured. I like things to be predictable.

But as squadmate after squadmate shared short stories about how God had worked in their lives, I knew my turn to speak was quickly arriving. So, I jumped in. 

I don’t know if my story was good. I don't even know if anyone was listening to me, but I’m still glad I did it. I’m glad that I did something outside of my comfort zone. I’m glad that I said “Yes” to something new, because God can use those moments of risk to draw me closer to where he wants me to be and to grow me in walking in boldness. 

If I have a spiritual dream, that’s probably it. I dream of walking freely and in boldness. I dream of living unhindered by fear and unburdened by besetting sins. I dream of walking openly, because my God has ransomed me and delivered me. This month, stepping towards that dream looked a lot like stepping up onto a box in the middle of a plaza in Mendoza, Argentina.