It was its vast size that caught my attention the first time
I saw it. Lake Atitlan is immense in size.
Surrounded by volcanoes it goes on for miles. It smoothly curves around
volcanoes. When on a boat ride one can discover the surrounding towns the
volcanoes hide.
The beautiful scenery Father painted with his brush is
breathtaking. The lake was my view every morning during my last visit. I would
walk to a rock at the edge of the water. There Father and me had intimate
conversations. These changed my future
and direction. Every morning Father would bring things to light that I kept
avoiding. Oh did it bring emotional healing!
It has been over a year since I’ve been here. Many things
have changed since my last visit. I am learning to hear clearly from Father. The
lies of the enemy no longer linger in my mind but are quickly demolished by the
authority God has given me.
As I walked with other teammates to the lake I was filled
with expectancy. I didn’t know the exact reason. But one thing I was certain
of: Father who spoke to me at this very place could do it again.
There I was again, at the edge of Lake Atitlan. Kayla was at the top of the rock ready to jump
into the water. Ten feet high! Not a hint of fear in her face but pure
determination. She was going to do it!
One, two, three…she jumped! It looked like so much fun! I wanted to jump as well
but it seemed impossible since I’m not a swimmer.
The thought of jumping in remained in my mind and I was
determined to do it. Fear no longer was going to rob me of enjoying life. After all it didn’t seem too high from where
I was. I began my walk up to the rock. Once I reached the top I realized it was
much higher than what I thought. Things have a way of appearing differently depending
from what point of view you look at things. After my experience this day I have
chosen to look through God’s lenses and not my own.
I stood at the edge of the rock…frozen. I wanted to jump but
hesitation and fear were getting the best of me. All of a sudden the determination
and courage, which pushed me to climb up the rock, were disappearing.
It was then that I heard Father’s voice. At the same time I
began having pictures of different points of my life flash before my eyes at a
rapid speed. With each picture I heard
my loving Father repeat, “I was here and I was here, and I was here and here
too.”
I didn’t know why this was happening at this moment. Why did
Father choose to wait for me to go to the top of the rock to speak to me.
Perfect timing, I thought. He began to declare truths over me and shine light
on things that I thought I had taken care of.
“Trust me and jump with me. I am holding you, always.” So I
jumped!
To an onlooker it was just a jump but not to me. It was an
intimate time between my Daddy and me. I learned much from this experience. And
once again, He shone light over those things I kept avoiding and needed to be
taken care.
I learned that my hope was in God but also in other things…I
was unaware of this since it was in a very subtle way. Truth is: I was only
giving Him part of my trust not all of it. So in essence I did not trust Him to
be who says He is, and do what Scripture says He is able to do.
I left fear and doubt at the rock and jumped with my
heavenly Father. He showed me those things I was holding on to that were given
me a false sense of security. What are you holding on to? Is it Father’s hand or
a false sense of security in other things. He does not want to be a backup plan
for your life. He wants to be the one whom you give complete access to. And in
return show you His plan and purpose for your life. Simply jump with Him.
