Many times the cliff we have to jump off is daunting and shakes us to the core.
We reach for some kind of comfort and familiar but there is nothing.
Everything has disappeared but us and the cliff.
The strange feeling of being alone comes with a deafening silence of choice.
Choice is the former, which will be comfortable and filled with nothing, only death.
Death because we can’t bring what we want into the next season and expect it to live.
The next choice is the unknown.
When jumping, there is a revelation that anchors the soul, that there is only One that softens the landing.
One that has already felt the blow of stepping into the unknown.
He went to a garden to pray and came out with drops of blood and resolve.
A resolve that screams from the depths, NOT MY WILL BUT YOURS!
6 thoughts on “Unknown”
So, so good! Keep going! He’s in this.
A faithful follower
GREAT, just GREAT!
You have always been amazing,in everything you do. Proud of you
So incitefully bold and honest. Beautifully communicated and I am grateful for the reminder.
Beautiful, Paula! Please keep pursuing your writing. Daddy’s anointed kiss is on this!
This is beautifully, love the candor