There is within us at rare moments, a pull toward something of great Mystery and Hope. It’s the still small voice, the inner niggle, the call to the edge. It comes most often after a dark night. It whispers “Would you like to fly?”
I have learned you can’t get there from here. It requires letting go of seeming solid ground. It doesn’t so much get easier, but more familiar, this stepping over fear.
Although I can’t see what lies ahead, I have learned… the One Who beckons goes with me, and He won’t let me fall. Amen.
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