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Into the Deep

 “Jump!” we say to our tiny tots.  “I promise I’ll catch you!” we say as we coax them into the water.  Sometimes they jump.  Sometimes they let the fear of what they see drown out their belief in what we say.  And they freeze.

And we can be so much like them.  Sometimes when a new or challenging thing is in front of us and we hear God saying that He has us, we believe HIm.  Other times we let the fear of what we see drown out what we know in our hearts to be true.  That He is good.  That He loves us.  That He won’t let us sink even if it is hard.  Or scary.  And we won’t be alone.  We’ll be together.

But the hard concrete under our feet feels firm.  What we know seems sure.  The deeper waters can look too unfamiliar.  Too unsafe.  Even though something inside of us knows that that’s where the fun is had.  We can see those who are ahead of us in life splashing and swimming and playing Marco Polo in the waters where we have not yet tread.  The adventure beckons.  The deeper things call.  But we have to get off of the ledge.  The familiar.  The usual.  We have to go to a place where trust in His arms is what keeps us paddling and our eyes are looking up at Him.  Believing He will hold us.  Believing He will not let us sink.

Jesus told the disciples to feed the 5,000.  They didn’t have the resources and they told him so.  He wasn’t asking them to provide.  He was asking them to Believe.  And Obey.  To step out off of that rough concrete and into the water of faith.

What is God beckoning your heart to do in this season?  Do you hear a yearning for more… for something deeper?  Let’s be believing believers!  The greatest adventures await!


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