My feet are there, curled, toes finding purchase on the edge of a cliff.
I had spent so much time running. So much time with fear wrapped tight around my heart. Strangling my faith, suffocating my dreams.
My breath heaved in huge gulps as my lungs, my soul tried to find the oxygen that it needed, craved. And so there I stood staring wide-eyed into wonder and I wondered what on earth I was waiting for.
I was dared this week. Dared to dream and dream big - BIG God-sized dreams. And it was like someone flipped the switch - just turned on the lights and illuminated the joy that I had been fostering, sheltering for the past year.
So, there I stood with my toes barely touching ground and I took one. deep. breath and on the exhale I spoke them out loud - spoke them to my Creator the one who birthed my dreams, who chose my paths and every moment of my life.
My feet left the ground and the wind of His love and the unshakeable promise that He will never forsake me opened up into a deepening pool of grace and joy as I dove headlong into His purpose.
My favourite time of the week. Linking up over at Lisa-Jo's where souls are laid bare and bravery abounds for 5 uninterupted minutes.