And here I stood at the edge. A precarious perch high above the waves that crashed against the rocky shore. The sun was setting behind me and a bitter breeze whipped through the air. I wasn’t quite sure how my life had come to this. I wanted nothing more than for the thoughts and feelings to fade and my mind to be at ease again. I tried not to think of him. He could never help me now. I studied each wave as it rolled in growing higher, then destroying itself as it slammed into the rocks and disipated into nothing. One after the other crashing and burning. and disappearing like it was never there. And as I watched, for a breif moment, I witnessed my own fate. I wondered what it would feel like to fade into nothing. In fact, I longed for the feeling. I knew I had no other option. My heart pounded and my mind raced as I took a small step forward, eyes still pointed downward. The time had finally come. I lifted my left foot to take one last step. Then a quiet voice echoed in my head. “I’m here,” it said. My left foot went down and landed on nothing but open air. A small breath escaped my lungs as my brain caught up with reality. I scrambled for an explanation for myself. I closed my eyes and waited for impact. Nothing happened. Terrified, I blinked. The waves had not come any closer. I watched my feet move farther above the ground as a felt the warmth of an embrace around me. He was here. I flung my arms out like a bird on new wings. I had thought for so long that when I took the step it would be the end. But this was beyond my wildest dream. A laugh bubbled up from deep inside, an unfamiliar feeling. Joy. This is what had been missing all along. to fly with Him is the greatest of joys.

Moral of the story: take the step. And maybe, just maybe you’ll fly.