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Flying - 5/25/18 the first day of the rest of my life and there is a beautiful blank canvas before me...

That used to scare me, now I’m just timid about the first stroke.  But the palette is being prepared for the Master and His work is always beautiful, so I rest as I wait.

Metaphors will abound today, for I love them!  They breathe life into our limited language and paint deeper understanding in our minds.  ;-)

Last night, as I drove away from HDC, the place & people who have been my home for over 13 years, my heart broke and it was a Gilgal moment. Remembering pulling into the parking lot for the first time over 18 years ago, now leaving it for the last time…  So, so much life has happened in between!  And God in His faithfulness to me, bound me up in short time and as I blew a blessed kiss and waved goodbye the tears began cease and my heart, held fast within His loving hands, overflowed with gratitude for the great gift, actually a desire of my heart that I expressed on that first day we attended church there, of working in the place that made such a huge impact on my life.

And as gratitude pushed the last tears aside I could see the new horizon rising as words began to pour into my mind and this very writing was birthed.  How quickly He moves! (Recently the possibility hit me that God moves so quickly because we’ve drug our feet for so long He’s making up for lost time. LOL)  And the words “Falling up” sounded in my heart and it felt like flying so here we go.  Forgive this unedited post.  I am being obedient to write, but God knows we have a lease to sign, keys to get, softball game and swim lesson to attend to today – the goodness of life beckons!  So look beyond the grammar and spelling into my heart…

My favorite line in the Toy Story movie is “That wasn’t flying, that was falling with style!  Perspective is EVERYTHING!  ;-)

So, I, we, jumped!  And to the world it makes no logical sense to give up a great job with full benefits and great people, sell the house that has been home to your family, have no assurance of a place to go until 1 week before the moving truck shows up and (and at that, it’s temporary) leave a place that affords influence and comfort, to go to an unknown with no agenda except to spend the time we’ve been given better than we spend the income we’ve had….  (Oh, even now I feel it – that’s a Word for someone who will read this!  You’ve been asking, seeking but feared.  Don’t be afraid, when the Almighty begs you jump, He intends to catch you Himself!) 

Spend time on grandchildren, on daughters and sons.  And especially on my beloved husband who has waited patiently, most of the time, ;-) for this day.  He gave me flowers last night, got me 2 cards that spoke his love & encouragement to me and played me the song “Together forever” our new theme song for sure! I’m looking forward to this new chapter with him… (Ok gotta stop on this because I’m crying and I already hunt-and-peck type and can’t see the keys through tears..)

So, what looks like falling (with or without style) to some, is flying for me.  I see myself on a large plateau having backed up as far as I can (remembering with gratitude) taking the first running steps (open to possibility) gaining speed (receiving encouragements) and as the horizon ahead becomes the edge of the cliff a lil fear tried to seize hold but God’s Peace slapped it away.  I felt the earth fall away as I jumped, the very last of me lifted high as the Word the LORD spoke over me months ago came to life “Free,” and so i am, flinging myself wholly into the glorious unknown…

Flying? Or falling with style? 
Only time will tell, but either way the LORD Himself will carry me 
and it will be the most amazing adventure!


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