I stand at the precipice of all that’s comfortable and familiar. Around me are trees that tower over me. They create shade that block out discomfort. Through their leaves and branches, I can still see glimpses of light streaming through. The shade keeps me from experiencing the full strength of the sun and keeps everything around me shrouded just enough that I can hide away in my comfort zone.
As I stare out over the edge of the cliff, a bubbling creek teems with life below. The waters of life beckon me to take the plunge. As I gaze at the water, my mind, body, and soul yearn for the refreshment it offers. I imagine what it would feel like to be submerged and to feel the cool, crisp water on my skin. The beauty below me is astounding and breathtaking. The sunlight glistens on the surface of the creek, lighting up the scenery that surrounds me. I hear laughter from below. I see friendly faces beaming with joy and contentment as they splash, play, or simply float in the waters below. How I long to take part!
From a branch overhead hangs a rope named control. I grab unto the rope. I position my hands above the knots that provide for a firmer grip. I must be able to sustain my grip. I take a few steps backward up the slight slope and then bend my legs beneath me, so that the ground is no longer under my feet. The rope of control carries me above the water. I feel the wind rushing around me and from this vantage point, I am closer to the water then ever before. I feel the warmth of the sun. Cool droplets splash my skin, as the water moves beneath me. For a brief moment, I feel free. However, I am not able to fully embrace the moment, as I can feel my muscles are straining to hold unto control. It takes most of my focus and energy to keep holding on, but I am determined not to let go of the rope. In the next moment, I find myself standing once again at the edge of the precipice, merely gazing onward at the freedom the creek offers, but not truly taking part. I am still holding unto control firmly with both hands.
I hear a gentle whisper speaking to the depths of my heart it’s time to let go of the rope. My heart sinks as I realize that the only way for me to truly experience the life and freedom of the creek, I will have to let go of control. I will have to jump in spite of fear. When I lean into the whisper, I feel peace, security and assurance. This time I recognize that the wind that rushes around me is the presence of love and I feel confident that it will carry me, even when I no longer have the rope to hold unto. I take the few steps up the slope. I lift my legs up under me and allow myself to be carried by love.
The wind encompasses me, and I allow it to carry me. As I sail over the water, I let go of the rope of control. For a moment, fear intensifies, but it subsides as I feel the fresh, cool water welcome me. I am submerged underneath and I long to take a breath. I rise back up from the depths, reborn, renewed, and with new hope teeming within my soul. Finally, I feel free. I lean back and look up. I am no longer bound by control and am ready to allow love to take the lead. Love invites me to breathe deeply and to truly live. I am ready.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding;in all your ways submit to him,and he will make your paths straight. (Prov. 3:5-6)
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