Free Fall
My long and winding road has led me to what feels like a huge opening in the earth ... an opening that is disguised by my inability to peer over it. A precipice of potentially enormous magnitude.
The sky above me is a breath-taking cerulean blue. Yet in the distance, I see dark black storm clouds gathering. Or are those clouds simply a figment of my imagination?
The cliff itself looks harmless enough. And yet, it requires absolutely everything of me. Everything.
Am I ready for this free fall? Are any of us really 'ready' for the very hard things that God calls us to? I cling with absolute resolution, not to the cliff, but the One who provides the parachute and the wind with which to land at the bottom, alive.
The sky above me is a breath-taking cerulean blue. Yet in the distance, I see dark black storm clouds gathering. Or are those clouds simply a figment of my imagination?
The cliff itself looks harmless enough. And yet, it requires absolutely everything of me. Everything.
Am I ready for this free fall? Are any of us really 'ready' for the very hard things that God calls us to? I cling with absolute resolution, not to the cliff, but the One who provides the parachute and the wind with which to land at the bottom, alive.
