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It’s a long way down.
And it’s not the fall, but the collision with the ground
that stops life in its tracks
with such
finality.
When You said ‘jump’,
I never asked how low I would go –
I was dreaming of soaring with eagles,
skimming cloudy surf,
orbits and stars.
But to jet to the moon,
I must take the fall,
risk everything,
trust that Your trajectory
will end at nothing less than You.
So
here I am –
I’m ready
to
jump…
Meanwhile, Melody Muses... 
You’ve captured the essence of courage perfectly!
Blessings ~ Wendy
Thanks Wendy – I appreciate that!
As always, your words capture the moment do delicately. Bravo.
Thanks Millie! 🙂
Hmmm, how very true and how very good!
Thank you! A hard truth, that’s for sure…
Another wonderful post!
The free-fall is a great feeling. Lucky for me I was secured tightly & under a controlled environment. Poor leaf…
Thanks Rosy! The free-fall when controlled and secure is what living on the edge is all about! That’s what we as parents try to give, for example, as our kids learn and grow. Until we jump, we’ll never know how secure we really are – a catch 22 for sure!
WOW, this is an incredible word for us, Melody!
Thanks Caddo!
Oh you have me thinking tonight, Melody . .. of thinking about soaring with eagles and the cloudy surf, then realizing there is some “fall” involved in it all, and trusting Him with that. God bless you so much for each time you look and see Him and share it with us.
Thanks Debbie! 🙂 There is so much to process and think over…