Saturday, 29 June 2013

Faith and Falling

Have you ever experienced a time in your life when a leap of faith felt more like a distinctive push? I think it's happening to me, right here, right now...real time. I feel like I am standing at the edge of a cliff, I know I should do it, I know I should jump, but I'm still staring down, down, down at that deep, long drop and thinking...You know, it's not so bad right here, right here where I am. Yet, there's that push, gentle prodding is maybe more like it, but it's inching me closer and closer...and I'm running out of ledge.

Last year, a miracle happened.  Out of the blue, against all odds, I was called by the Principal of a small school within a deeply religious community and offered a job.  It came exactly at the right time - I had no job, and no backup plan.  God stepped in.  I had a good year, as teaching goes, and so when things began to unravel quickly, like when you try to hold on to a bunch of sand, so you hold tight, and more of it gets away in spite of your best efforts, I couldn't help but wondering what on earth God was doing.  He practically dropped me into that job, and now he is pushing me out.  Standing at the top, looking down toward the bottom, is harder I imagine, than staring up toward the top.

I think that one day I'll look back on all of this and be able to see the big picture - for now I just see the really big drop.  Yet, somehow I know if I can let go, really....let it all go, God will do both the pushing and the catching.

So, just in case you are standing there, like me - c'mon let's jump.


  1. hey cuz, just want you to know that I'm praying for ya! love you!


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