Trust Fall

Today I'm taking a big leap. A trust fall off a cliff, waiting for Jesus to catch me.

We fly to Bogota, Colombia today.

First time back on a plane since I flew with G in January of 2020. First time out of the country since I was a freshman in high school. First time to South America. First time taking my son on a plane since G died. First time taking P out of the country.

This is huge for me.

I have fears. Kidnapping. Pick-pocketing. Crazy drivers. Sickness. Turbulence in the plane. Heck - diarrhea! I'm afraid of getting out of my comfort zone.

Yet, isn't that where Jesus meets me so often? Out of my comfort zone? At the end of myself? When I have to throw myself on him because I cannot control what's happening around me?

So my prayer for this trip is that I hold tight to Jesus even as he holds tight to me. That it draws my heart closer to him. That it widens my circle of confidence in myself and in my Lord. That my life gets bigger and not smaller. That I beat back the fears like a machete is used to beat back overgrowth in the jungle. That I step forward, not because the path is easy but because it is the path that the Lord has me on.

Here I go. Trusting in the Lord's presence and not a particular outcome. Believing that His love is better than life. Knowing that he's doing something new in my heart.

Here we go, Lord. Catch me as I fall.