You know that feeling you get, right before you're about to jump off of something, where you're pretty sure you're going to land just fine on your feet, but there's always that small chance something will go terribly wrong? You have faith that the harness is strong enough or the distance isn't too big, but there's always that slight fear it could go terribly wrong, and so your belly kind of knots up. But you've worked to get to wherever you're jumping from, and so you get ready....
...and. you. jump.
Head first, into whatever abyss lies before you. No turning back, no redoes. Just freefalling into the plans the Father has laid out before you.
Sometimes those plans are one step, or jump, at a time.
"Just go!" your heart is screaming, blood pumping.
And so, you let your foot leave the ledge, then the other. And you go.
Here goes nothing.
*jumps*
(So there's some obvious "poetic" license[metaphoric license?] going on here; for those who would like to know, I'm starting my job at my parent's new gelato and espresso shop tomorrow!)
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