All of life is vulnerable. All of love is vulnerable. All of faith is vulnerable.
Yet most of us scamper from vulnerability at the mere thought of letting our guard down.
Much of my life has been spent sprinting from vulnerability. Sometimes I wonder why. Perhaps the cause can be attributed to the cruel words spoken on the elementary school playground, the scarring remarks heard during those gawky years of junior high, or that first time I confessed my love for a boy and he responded, “That’s nice.”