When God leads you to a cliff, He will either teach you to fly, or catch you when you fall.
Sometimes, I feel like my whole life is one long series of cliffs. Jump. Jump. Jump. Where is that bottom? When do I stop jumping, and rest for a while? Tell me, Lord, don’t I trust you enough yet?
No. No, I don’t. There is no “enough”. Until it is all, everything, complete. And that is SO hard. Am I the only one releasing things to Him, one grasping finger at a time, as He gently pulls them from my grip, promising He will take better care of everything than I can? I can’t be.
So let me tell you what I’ve learned so far. First…He WILL take better care of everything. Trust Him. He IS the beginning and the end of all, and He loves us more than we can even imagine. Second…honestly, no matter what you do, that cliff is coming. Trust Him, don’t trust Him…that cliff looms ahead, growing ever closer, no matter which way you turn, which way you look…it’s there. And the only thing at the bottom of it is Him, waiting for you. Waiting for all of us. Jump. Jump, spread your arms, and see what happens. The flight is glorious, and the landing soft and sweet, every single time.