The last few months have been an emotional rollercoaster. I could feel this change welling up in my like a wave working itself up into a monsoon. At times, it was overwhelming. I could hear God calling me, first in soft whisper, then like a dull roar in the back of my mind, and finally like a piercing scream not in my ear, but deep in the pit of my soul.
I knew I had to step out. I knew I had to take that leap of faith that so many have been called to make. But I lacked the courage.
I was like an eaglet clinging desperately to the edge of the nest squeezing my eyes shut knowing full well that I was about to be pushed over the edge. The only way an eagle can learn to fly is to be forced out into the open air. And then it came, that violent shove out of the safety and comfort of the nest and into the wild blue yonder.
I open my eyes and the ground is rushing toward me. The wind is pressing at my face and I start to flap my wings wildly. Then I look upward, up toward the heavens and I feel the sun warm on my cheeks. A rush of calm pours over me. Everything is still and silent. I look around and see the tops of the trees gently blowing in the breeze. I look down again and this time the ground is flowing beneath me like a slow stream. There’s no longer panic, no longer even the slightest effort. I am soaring. I never look back or return to the nest again.
