You walk to the edge of this cliff. You hesitate not knowing if it’s worth the risk. A voice softly calls out your name. You strain to hear it as you lean into empty space. You hear your name again and again and again. You are being called. Summoned by love into a greater depth. Beckoned by risk to awaken to a world of freedom. You shiver in anticipation. You wonder, “Do I believe enough?”
Free-falling won’t be pretty, but the choice to leap is yours. You step closer. Your heart lured by the thought of embracing a truth so real; a freedom so wonderful you must abandon comfort to find it. You gaze into an unknown land, familiar only by the promises echoing in your heart. You hear distant laughter. You sense joy. You hear Love calling your name. A daring, relentless free-fall awaits. You step forward and embrace risk. You wonder, “How much will this hurt?”
You plummet through that place in the sky that lies between your cliff and the abyss somewhere below your downward spiraling body. Wind everywhere. You can’t catch your breath. You’re falling or maybe you’re flying. You don’t think. You can’t think. You hear only the sound of your beating heart. You are free-falling.
Suddenly you feel it. Love. Love in its purest form. Unadulterated by the world. You dive deeper and deeper. It invades every cell in your body. A warm weightless blanket. You feel as if you might explode by the depth of His love and pleasure. Fears do not enslave. Chains do not bind. Doubts do not haunt. You float, fly and fall in a whimsical world of love. It feels like eternity. It feels like seconds. It doesn’t matter. You have been swallowed up in the chasm of His love. You wonder, “Can I free-fall forever?”
Strong arms effortlessly catch you out of the air and hold you so close. His tender strength envelops your soul as you lean into His embrace. Your roaring heart pulses near His steady heartbeat. The tremors in your hands and legs still. You realize who is holding you and tremble once again. You look up into warm eyes; endless pools of love and delight. You wonder, “How long have you been waiting for me?”
Then, in a moment of sweet silence, He writes His freedom on your heart. He smiles at you, and in His smile is the pride and affection of a good and gentle Father. He laughs and in his laughter is the contagious joy of a child. You feel like you could run and dance and play forever. You laugh because you know He wants to do the same. Whimsy is your companion. Freedom is your song. Over and over your soul cries out, “Jesus is enough.”