(I’m joining Lisa-Jo and her Five Minute Fridays. Rules are: for only five short, bold, beautiful minutes. Unscripted and unedited. We just write without worrying if it’s just right or not. Won’t you join us?)
For the next 5 minutes, I will enjoy the last moments of my birthday. A day where I used my holiday from my paying job to return to work that I didn’t realize I had missed so much. To jump from one atmosphere to another – one type of stress to another – was jarring. and rejuvenating. and exactly what I needed on my birthday.
And I look back over the past three years, and I see so much change. So much change. So many times that one jump has lead me to a better landing – particularly the hard jumps. The painful jumps. The scary jumps.
And then, tonight, I stare into the face of another jump and debate my strength to take it. I weigh the risk, examine the strength of my heart, remember the progress that I’ve made, and try not to look down.
I stare at the edge of the cliff, toes curled over the edge – gripping the dirt for all they’re worth.
I inhale, I exhale, I look to the Son.
And with a strong measure of faith & hope to put the past behind me,
I click “send”