For one brief, glorious second, you're free falling. The air hits your face, and the smell of victory wraps around you like a living, breathing thing for that moment. All sounds are muted, and you can only hear the beating of your own heart.
And that's when it hits you. There is no safety net with a leap of this magnitude. And you know what? There never was.
Panic. Then faith. Sheer panic. Faith. Which one will win out, the panic or the faith?
Will you survive? Can you swim?
But... what if none of that really matters, because someone catches you, mid-fall?
"Though he stumble, he will not fall, for the Lord upholds him with his hand." Psalm 37:24
Read the continuing story of my journey, here.