What do you picture when you hear the words “free falling?” Does a Tom Petty tune start coming from your lips? That term has been tossed around a bit for us, letting us know that it was a part of this sabbatical. A free fall. I wonder if I’m finally experiencing it.
The dictionary describes it as a downward movement under the force of gravity. I picture a complete letting go and just sailing along wherever the wind, or in my case, wherever God might take me. A leaf floating along in the wind or a dandelion that’s released by the breath of a little girl are two images that come to mind when I think of free fall. There’s a lot of trust that has to happen during a free fall. You don’t know how fast you will go or where you will land. You just let go.
God recently gave me a picture of what it might feel like. Maybe it was because we just returned from Disneyland that this picture came so easily, but it definitely made sense. To those of you who haven’t been on Space Mountain, it’s basically a roller coaster in complete darkness. Here’s an excerpt from my journal…
I’m clinging to God and putting my trust in Him. Thanks for being a part of this journey with me!