The edge-it is a place most people don't like to be, a place that we tell our kids to stay back from. The edge is risky...seemingly precarious; and no, I'm not talking about the guitarist from U2:) I think of my kids when they were younger. They would jump with abandon to the top of a brick wall to teeter across or to the tip of a pier to catch a glimpse of any darting fish. It's funny how when we are younger we don't see the edge as a place of danger but a place of expectation and excitement.
Over the last 5 years, God has led me back to the edge, even though I am not young anymore! To the place where discretion meets reckless faith. Where wisdom seeks courage and hope is in what we can't see as we strain to look over.
I have been asking God the past year or so, for the gifts of wisdom and faith. Two things that could essentially be polarized. Pushing against each other. It would seem sometimes that wisdom deems us gray, with adventures behind us; while faith is stamped on the likes of Moses and Joshua. But I see them as partners in the walk that God has called me to, pursuing the edge knowing that is where God will meet me. It is where He calls my soul, stretching it, growing it so that His hand can be seen. Following in faith the vision God gave me 5 years ago for Extending Hands, is an adventure I never dreamed of taking on. The mountains, the climbing, the edge are where He now says, "Your home, this is where I want you. This is where your steps of faith have led you." But the edge is just the beginning.The wisdom is in knowing when He is asking me to jump.....
