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And we'll call it a jump

Originally published Tuesday, 07 May 2013.

This post was part of Lisa-Jo Baker’s Five Minute Friday

“I’m gonna do it!” he declares with gusto as he wades his way to the steps of the pool.


Having just witnessed his elder brother and sister plunge into the chlorinated water feet first, his bravery has been challenged.


“I’m gonna jump!” he says again, each time trying to boost his own confidence.


He gets to the edge, torso hugged by a child-sized life jacket, toes curled over the concrete precipice, and he peers into the clear aqua.  Slowly bending his knees, he leans forward … then pauses.


“C’mon, you can do it,” I urge, standing chest deep in tepid water, all too familiar with this scene of hesitation.


“Hold my hand,” he insists.  “Catch me.”


And so the story goes, over and over.


So I do.  To help him overcome his fear, I extend my arms and ease him into the water, and together, we call it a jump.


Doesn’t our heavenly Father do the same?


We think, so often, that we have to take a giant leap of faith into depths unknown, hoping, praying that somehow we’ll resurface and be able to catch our breath.


But He is ever present, extending His arms to ease us into the transition, not only catching us, but holding us the entire way.


And together, we’ll call it a jump.