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Five minutes on dare...
This is take four on a word that doesn't seem to speak to me. I think of the childhood game of "truth or dare" or Frances' D.A.R.E. (drug abuse resistance education) classes at school. She's got a book called "The Daring Girls' Book" full of ideas for how to decorate her bedroom or play with electricity to discover how it works.
None of those things seem particularly daring to me. What is daring? My mom leaving Alaska to move to Afghanistan with the Peace Corps. My dad leaving his childhood home to do the same. My friend Randi moving to a new state to work with a team of missionaries. Those are big daring things to me.
What do I dare to do? I don't know of anything particularly challenging. I wake up each morning and go to work. I drive kids around to ballet, soccer, and violin lessons. I teach 4 year olds in Sunday School. Maybe my life isn't meant to be daring. Or maybe I haven't gotten there yet.