venturing bravely into wider seas

At The Shore Of A Wider Sea by Mark Reep  I just discovered this brilliant artist today. Bless his skill with coin and words of gratitude, will you, if you can do so?
Disturb us, O Lord, when we are too well-pleased with ourselves when our dreams have come true because we dreamed too little, because we sailed too close to the shore. Disturb us, O Lord, when with the abundance of things we possess, we have lost our thirst for the water of life when, having fallen in love with time, we have ceased to dream of eternity and in our efforts to build a new earth, we have allowed our vision of Heaven to grow dim. Stir us, O Lord, to dare more boldly, to venture into wider seas where storms show Thy mastery, where losing sight of land, we shall find the stars. In the name of Him who pushed back the horizons of our hopes and invited the brave to follow. Amen - Sir Francis Drake

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This. This is the very invitation I've been waiting for all week. My invitation to be disturbed and daring and brave; to walk farther, to dream bigger, to be bolder; to drink living waters that will quench this desert heart of mine. Am I at fault? Having fallen in love with the comfortable secure, and gladly watching time and my dreams stand still in vain. I have been graciously invited to follow the Eternal One into this greater unknown in search of a more beautiful heaven-seeking and dream-seeking life every day. Today I am overwhelmed and undone. Have I just been waiting for new horizons to appear? Too afraid to jump; chest pounding with the knowing of this new path to be forged, to be fought for. So, with rippled breaths and quaking bones, I step off of this comfortable shaded cliff and venture out into the dim uncomfortable blinding light in search of these hopefully-non-mythic wider seas where the storms show His mastery. I stagger and stumble amid these uncertain waves. And though I may clasp onto my lifeless lungs in human fear, I feel the Spirit as it envelops me in my rawness - breathing into me deeply, providing every ounce of life-breath and faith that I need to make this called upon journey. I seek to become unafraid, unafraid of losing this sight of land, in favor of glimpsing the blessed unknown up ahead. And we cannot forget the stars.

Why, yes, everything will be okay. I am made brave-heart.