After a wonderful Christmas season, full of worshipful moments (like Christmas roses from my garden, a birthday party for Jesus, crazy snow only 4 hours from home), we have approached the cliff. In fact, we have made our first step off of the cliff. I'm not sure that the building anxiety of being on the edge of the drop-off has subsided yet, but I think we're close. For when we took our first step off, we were walking in obedience to God's direction and found ourselves suspended in mid-air over a canyon of sorts. What am I talking about? My husband, Chris, has returned to school as of this Monday past. Already our lives are taking on another form. I feel, especially Chris, that we are like Peter stepping out of the boat and with eyes on Jesus, walking on water. We will continue to walk across this canyon suspended in safety if we keep our eyes fixed on Him. And if we don't...well, you get the picture. Walking by faith and being stretched a bit further is a good thing when Christ is our Trail Guide.
