If there is one thing I have learned it is that there is not enough "safety or profit" in the world that is worth the compromise of your purpose. I would rather make less money, be less known, and be unliked than watch my life pass me by and allow my purpose to shrivel and die.
How often, I wonder, do we flee the purposes God has for us by assuming they’re elsewhere? For years when I imagined the purpose of my life being in some faraway land, waiting to be arrived at by some well-prepared superhuman. Nowadays, though, I try to be a lot more present to what’s right in front of me. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve sat down to have a conversation with God about what I’m going to do with my life and at the end of almost every single one of those conversations, God, after being very patient, has asked me: “So how well are you loving the people right in front of you?”