Walking By Faith

I miss writing ... yeah, I write in a paper journal ... but it's not the same.
I'm not the same. I read these posts and barely recognize the girl that seems to have written them. The writings may have slowed down, but the journey definitely has sped up and I can only compare it to a roller coaster. Sometimes the turns are exhilarating and fun and sometimes the turns are scary and they make my heart beat just a bit faster than what I am accustomed to. Sometimes I feel the anticipation of the climb toward the top and view the descent from heights I've never travelled before. Holding on and relying on the safety of the seatbelt is about all I can do ... just gripping the side.

What if there were no journey ... what if there were no roller coaster and life just stayed the same?

I cannot even fathom anymore how to live that way. This may be completely different than what I used to know ... but somehow, some way, it is becoming oddly familiar.

Imagine walking on a cliff ... look over the side and the drop is so far down that you can't even see the ground. The choice is there, though. You can step a few feet away from the cliff ... to a safer place ... a safer distance.

Spiritually speaking ... I'm beginning to expect and actually thrive in this new environment.
I'm a cliff walker!!!

God's wonders never cease to amaze me.

I rode a bicycle for the first time in more than 15 years and did quite well ... no problem keeping up with my very active husband and teenage daughter.

Although deathly afraid of sharks, I played in the ocean with my family at a beach that is known as the shark bite capital of Florida (okay, God tricked me on that one because I didn't know at the time).

I sat on the bottom of a swimming pool and held my breath longer than my husband who has never smoked a cigarette in his life. Now that one truly amazed me. But so did the other experiences ... I had no idea that I was even capable of riding a bicycle anymore ... as much because of the coordination skills that I lack as the physical energy that was needed.

No, I'm still not done with cigarettes ... that's a whole different topic ... but look at what God is doing. Changed me? Maybe ... or maybe it is restoration.

Doesn't matter to me, I guess ... but I noticed ... and I know that you did this. Thank you, God. I never thought that I would be able to do those things again. Thank you.