The Climb

I want to take the leap. 

I see the distant silhouette of the future, stretching across the globe, and a world of life in between. The sight makes you want to run. Dive. Go.

See, I want to fly into the cloud where I see the vision, but I can't. And even though I say I want change, I really don't. 

And no matter how badly I want to take the leap, I have to take the baby steps instead. 

Slow, painstaking, one at a time. On the ground. 

God isn't taking me through life on a plane. My feet need to learn to walk where I'm going. My hands have to be strengthened with the climb. My heart must be tested by time. 

The dive is what you're being prepared for. You need to know how to swim before you jump. You need to be able to keep your head above water. You need to know how to respond to the rain. 

And so He's taking me on a long, long walk, through all sorts of places, with slow, measured steps, and with some scrapes along the way. 

Somehow, He's teaching me to live right. 

I never wanted this part of myself to be changed, but I relent to His way. 

He's making me ready. 

He puts me through change. He lets me feel stuck. He keeps me in the baby steps as long as it's needed. 

I would love to take the leap, but instead I'll take the climb.