I feel like I’m standing at the edge of a cliff – a precipice. I can see the cracks on the ground I stand on and know it’s only a matter of time before the ground beneath me crumbles away. I’m about to step off into the unknown. Will a bridge form in front of me, or will I free fall forward and spread my wings and fly? Or stand there staring into the great abyss below me, too afraid to move forward in case I end up a mangled mess at the bottom?
This not knowing is scary, but I know I need to move forward no matter what the outcome. I’ll try to do so boldly and bravely, but even if I do so with quaking and trepidation, I must still go forward. I hope the world will be kind, but really, what does the world owe me? I must go anyway. It’s exhilarating and frightening, this not knowing. Full of hopefulness and terror. Who knows what the future will hold once you step away form the security of knowing into the world of the unknown?
I may have only an ounce of bravery in me right now, a faith as small as a mustard seed. But I’ve heard that’s all you need to move mountains.