Which Direction Will I Fall

As I’ve been hiking (and climbing) I’ve been cognitive of which way to fall if I’m going to fall. 
Instead of over the cliffs I’ll shoot for the banks or the rocks that are big anf loom supportive in front of me, etc. 
As I woke up and listened to a worship song my friend had sent me when I first penned this, I had a couple of clear analogies; here they are.
To simplify–when, not if,  I stumble or fall–no matter if it’s my fault or even if I were intentionally tripped, I know which way I intend to fall. 
Friends and fellow hikers in life may be close by, but I can still fall. 
I will fall into and on God. I may just splat, face first, but He is where I will purposely fall if I’m going down. He is there as my destination point, He calculated this as part of the cost He willfully paid at Calvary. 
Jesus is my direction, the place to be caught, loved on, restored, and put back on my way– with Him still at my side…for the next time. 

And the time after. 
We all stumble, not necessarily in a form of sinful waywardness, but by battles which come internally and externally. 
We need to pre-set our falls. Into the shelter of the Most High we are invited to fall. 
Life isn’t easy but knowing no matter where we are, how hurt or humiliated by life’s circumstances or the enemy’s mocking, God never will leave us. 
The big lie is we are alone. 

Lies always attempt to separate us from God and our destinies. 
I’m leaning into Him, the Rock, a High Tower and place of refuge.  Therefore my life falls securely and purposefully onto the Rock to which I fall. 

Have you preset your landing spots already?
(Thank you to my beautiful friend, the purveyor of hope who deals it in worship and song lyrics, the impetus of my morning musing and one who speaks truth through love, bringing restoration to souls.)


All Things Transition

“All things transition” has a double meaning as I write this. My first thought was a title signifying I’d write about all things transition.

Transitioning Tides, Northern California Coast

Then the verbiage reminded me of a short walk I took with my youngest son last night. Observing our shadows forecasting a head of us, I saw his size compared to mine and felt simultaneously the comfort of his grown stature–yet also the loss of the little boy shadow–how time changes things, ever so quickly.

He led me by the freshly sold home of my daughter and her family. My grandsons grew up into their middle school/high school frames in that home. Their home a memorial to times past and lives well lived as their family takes on the future in a new and wonderful location, adventures awaiting from their newly built home.

On our walk between lulls in conversation many people and memories came to mind. Life is one big adventure, isn’t it? None of us know all the variables or the outcomes, we just do the adventure, often times only realizing in part we are indeed on the adventure of a lifetime.

Presently, for myself and so many others, transition seems to be the order of the day. It’s not always sneaky as it enters, instead it can be jolting and jarring, like an earthquake under our feet we watch the chandeliers swing, plates crash, rooms divide. Yet, people are geared to rebuild, restore,  and remake anytime things crash. And in the crashing God can use compassion, mercies, support, and encouragement offered by fellow humans. I’ve sure experienced the likes. 

And l fail if I forego mentioning the joys, thrills, and hope in adventures–especially if we keep our perspectives in line.

Are you like me? Are you feeling and experiencing uncomfortable changes, ones that shout new adventures, only to remind you that you are a risk-taker simply by living?

Yesterday my husband Jack and I met a young man on a big adventure. His name Timon, he flew from the Netherlands for an adventure open and subject to change, riding Alaska to Central and perhaps South America. Bold and confident his words all held wisdom of a sage spoken through the eyes and lips of a 26 year young man. I was captivated by his stories yet two miles down the road of comparison, I realized my life (your life) is such an adventure, especially launching into my new marriage and redefining my business and work, aligning on new paths and loosening my grip on some of the past.

Life is an adventure. It takes courage and requires risk-taking. Where are you right now and how might God be shifting some aspects of your life?

(Find Timon on his bike on WordPress and Facebook. )