Those of you who have been around me long enough, are probably starting to see my patterns as well as I do. I have a tendency to get excited about something, and then when it gets hard I decide to step away.
Yesterday, I was running headlong, towards the cliff God is asking me to jump off. Last night, I sat down on the edge and stare into that dark chasm, unable to move.
The darkness mocked me as fear and insecurities echoed off its walls.
Hopelessness and despair overtook me as the canvas in the corner mocked me.
Then I chimed in with a serving of guilt, “how can I wallow in my pity and fear, when women and girls around the world are begging for hope.”
This morning Oswald Chamber’s words pierced my soul. “The agony we suffer is only the result of the deliberate shallowness of our own heart. We won’t believe; we won’t let go by severing the line that secures the boat to the shore— we prefer to worry.” (read the rest Here)
Why can’t I just jump?
What keeps you from jumping off that cliff?