Katie Davis Majors’s Christianity is not squeaky clean. It is gritty, uncomfortable and real. She is someone who lives and breathes her faith, whose obedience to and intimacy with her Savior is so apparent that we are forced to examine our own. I “met” Katie through Kisses from Katie shortly after its release and was confronted with my own obsession with my comfort above my willingness to obey God. So when I received Daring to Hope, I was almost reluctant to open it. You cannot read Katie’s words and remain the same; to read about her devotion to her Savior will force you to decide how deep your own devotion to that same Savior goes.
If Kisses from Katie left us in awe of a seemingly too good to be true young woman who has already accomplished so much for God’s kingdom, if it left us feeling that we could never be THAT good, THAT trusting, THAT faithful, THAT sacrificing, then Daring to Hope destroys those illusions. It’s tempting to think that Katie is more special, more chosen; that she lives a BIG LIFE and does BIG THINGS for God. If we believe that, then we who live little lives, whose worlds are small and lived out mainly in the confines of our family and our homes can feel a little better about choosing to be safe and comfortable rather than live in radical obedience.
God used the words of this precious young missionary in Uganda to speak directly to this stay at home mama in Tennessee. And her words are beautiful; she is poetic. She is raw and authentic and heartbreakingly honest.
Katie is a wife and mother. She makes a lot of bread and a lot of spaghetti. She yells at her children in weak moments. Her house is full. She hides in her bathroom for quiet moments with God. She wrestles with God and questions His goodness. She searches Him out, cries out, demands blessing, she hears His voice and she LISTENS. She knows His word and she obeys.
Daring to Hope is challenging. It is comforting. Katie reminds us that we are not alone; God is good. He is good to us. When the endings aren’t happy, when we don’t get what we wanted, when “abundant life” doesn’t come wrapped up in the pretty package we expected, we are not alone. He is with us and He is not a way by which we arrive at the point,
He IS the point.