Fear of Heights
It makes necessarily divine sense. That when this child, perpetually scared of heights, would feel, when she is doing what she is called to do ... As though she is flying. And perfectly safe. I know no other love that casts out fear. No other life that brings fresh life to dead places. He's the hand on the back of the socially anxious, encouraging them to engage. He's the quiet voice that shuts up the fiercest of nightmares. He's walking on the water before us, inviting us to join Him. Inviting us to walk on top of the thing that made us fearful. I see myself standing at the edge of a dock. Whipped by the wind. Tears streaming. Laughing at the abandonment of it all. Laughing because fears cease to make sense within Christ. I hope you feel like you're flying today. I pray that the Spirit lifts you up. You were not created for cowering. Hiding is something we do apart from Christ. It should never be something we feel we need to do in the