On the Edge of the Cliff

Faith is the substance of things not seen.
Totally illogical,
unintelligable,
hopeless and hopeful,
agonising at times...
but empowering at best.
Like standing on the edge of a cliff
and
looking
down
sensing
that you
are
falling
and will land
who knows where.
It's not God
that swims in the middle of confusion,
it's not His voice
that is drowning out clear thoughts.
Echos resonate through our minds,
voices of distress
pushing
and pulling you
in all directions,
testimonies of faith pull you back:
past victories arise to exhort,
their voices not as loud,
not fretful,
potent,
but flailing
in the
confusion.

You cry out in alarm
"how did this happen?"
"I don't want to be here."
"I thought all this was over!"
The pain rises,
ebbs
and fades with prayer.
Answers unseen
but coming... if you'll just hang in there.

This things is called faith,
not reason.
It is centred in God's faithfulness,
not logic, neither intelligence,
and it is the only thing in this universe
that will hold you together,
bonded in God's love
and with great prospects.



What you need to do is take a leap of faith... just jump.


Like baby birds, the mother will nudge even push the babies to jump off from a high place. Knowing that likely the babies will fall and crush to the ground. She still has to do it. The pain in her heart is worse than the pain inflect onto the babies. But she HAS to do it. Why? So that they can learn how to soar.

On the edge of the cliff, we often cried out. WHY? IS THIS THE END OF THE ROAD?
But we didnt realised that we just have to take a leap of faith. And we will be free.
Yes, in the process we will fall, we will get hurts. But all this cannot be compair to the moment when we spread our wings and soar.
Till then.