A leap of faith.
I discovered something about myself during my first trip to Colorado about fifteen years ago. I have a fear of heights. My trip up to Pike's Peak confirmed that my fear was real and visceral. Each time the passenger side of the car got anywhere near the edge of the road the knot in the pit of my stomach grew and grew.
In reading Ella Luna's book, The Crossroads of Should and Must, she writes that, "Choosing 'Must' often requires a leap of faith- if you've ever peered out over the edge of a cliff, you've felt the fear."
It made me wonder if I had ever really taken a leap of faith in my life? Oh, I had changed grade levels along the way, but those changes were always within the safety net of the somewhat known. In order to take a leap of faith, I would have to be pretty certain that what I was getting ready to do would be successful. And technically would that even be considered a leap of faith?
I must admit, I am inspired by those who have had the courage to take that leap of faith.
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