I'm standing on a bridge overlooking a raging waterfall. Dropplets spray against my face and slowly drip down off the bottom of my chin. The rocks at the bottom of the falls are smooth because the water has rubbed all the rough and sharp edges off.
The bridge shakes and moves with the tumbling falls. Every step is trechorious. One move in the wrong direction...and I will fall.
The bridge is held fast to the side of the mountain. There it is safe. Railings run along the sides of the mountain. Thousands stand, looking over the barriors at the water swirling at the bottom. They are not afraid of the danger. They are safe. They refuse to walk onto the bridge.
I'm standing on a bridge overlooking a raging waterfall. My goal is not to cross the bridge but to jump into that water. Be completely immursed into all that God is calling me to do.
I am tired of watching the world slowly past me by from the sidelines. I want to live. I want to be different.
Jumping will cost me everything. I will never be the same.
I'm standing on a bridge overlooking a raging waterfall. I want to join those in the water, those living every breathing second for God. I want to fill my lungs with the living water. I want to give my life in exchange for everything God has done for me.
This trip thrusts me to the edge of that bridge. It will challenge everything I think, everything I believe, everything I am.
When we gain the courage to let go...we don't have to wait for God to catch us...He's been holding our hand the whole time.
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