At Launch this past weekend, my mom asked me, “So how are you feeling with all of this?”
By “this” she meant the leaving, the goodbyes, the year ahead. I paused to gather my thoughts, but could only come up with one image. I felt like I was on the edge of a cliff.
I feel like I am standing with my toes over the edge of a cliff looking out over nothing but clouds. The only way to go is down and the only way to get there is by jumping, but jumping into what? No one knows, and thats the beauty of it.
I am jumping into Lord knows what (literally), but all I know is that it is something good. Its going to be scary. Its going to be thrilling. Its going to be the most exhilarating ride of my life to date.
I don’t know what each day will look like.
I dont know what communities i’ll be going to.
I dont know who i’ll meet.
I dont know what struggles i’ll face.
I dont know how i’ll see God move.
I dont know what my relationship with God will look like at the end of the fall.
I dont know what my victories will be.
I dont know what will change about me.
What I do know is this: Ill be different.
So as I stand on the edge of the cliff, I hug my family one last time before I meet them at the bottom, and wait. Luckily my jump time is in 20 minutes and the fall will only last 11 months.
“Anticipatory,” I respond.
