Taking a Leap

 Taking a Leap

I used to be terrified of swimming. The idea of deep water made my heart race — but I wanted to overcome that fear, so I joined a swimming class. If you’re like me, scared of water or scared of the unknown, you’ll understand what I felt when the instructor asked me to jump into the deep end. Every fear I thought I’d buried suddenly rushed back to the surface.

Taking a leap means stepping into the unknown, right?

But then I looked around. Other people were jumping in without hesitation. Their lungs work the same as mine. Their bodies float the same way mine does. So what’s different?

Not the body — the mind.

They are calm. I’m scared.

In water, your body naturally rises because of the air in your lungs… but if you panic, you can still drown. That’s the difference fear makes.

For someone who loves cliff diving, this fear would seem silly. They’d probably say, “Come on, it’s just water!”
To them, the leap is simple.

And I think that’s how God looks at us sometimes. We stand trembling at the edge of something new — a new job, a new dream, a new beginning — while He already knows we’ll rise, float, and find joy in it. He knows the future we cannot see. He knows we are safe.

If only we could be still instead of panicking.
If only we could trust instead of resisting.
We might actually enjoy the swim.

So… who’s ready to take a leap?

A leap of faith.