It is hard to follow up that last post. However, I was talking to a friend last night about this feeling of anxiety that has come over me. Like I was meant to be somewhere doing something. He said he knew that feeling all to well and likend it to a deep breath right before the plunge.
All to often, we jump without a moment’s hesitation to take in some oxygen. The end result is that we plunge into the watery depths only to find our way back to the surface for air, then we question whether God really told us to jump in the first place. I don’t want to be that person, but I want to jump so badly.