I cannot think of dare or daring and not think of courage or of fear, because daring involves doing something that many people are afraid to do. Or doing something that I am afraid to do usually. Then it does not matter that others do whatever “it” is without fear.
The dares that matter most, I believe in this moment, are those personal dares that stretch me beyond what I have done with ease, the so familiar “comfort zone.” It is when I need the reminder, “God has not given me a spirit of fear, but of power, and of love and of sound mind.” And the reminder, “I am with you always.”
The dares that matter are those that require me to have sufficient courage to try (we are not even talking succeed). The courage to try, knowing that I could and will likely fail.
Daring to speak truth when the lie is easier, and does not hold the possibility of rejection. Admitting a lie instead of covering it up. To dare, is to have courage. To dare is to confront and there are few words more scary than confront is to the people pleaser.
Father, I thank You that with Your enabling, I can dare, that is have sufficient courage to face the unfamiliar, even the unknown, and to be who I truly am.