Can we please take this slow? I'm uneasy and afraid. My bruises still hurt and my wounds still bleed. Take me hand, but don't move to fast. This is harder than one would think.
What would it be like to close my eyes, cross my arms, lean back, and fall fall fall. To let go of the rope, the rotting grasp of fatal security, and fall willingly into the arms of the One who whispered, "I am here. I am faithful. I am now."
This, to me, is horrifying. But there seem to be no other options. What would it be like to trust, to release the worthless and disappointing grasp on this world in order to finally fully taste, to breath, to be free? This world has everything one could imagine, but nothing one needs.
I am small. This, is huge.
I am battling so many emotions and fears and clinging to every reason as to why I am inadequate of being swept up and letting go of these menacing doubts.
If I fall, will you promise to catch me?
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