What does it take to jump off that cliff into his arms?
At what point do we learn to trust like that?
Is it something that just clicks into place?
Is it a switch deep inside us that one day He flips and we trust?
I think its more like a journey down a road that has not yet been paved.
More often than not, we see the way, hear of the joy that lives down that path, but resist.
Instead we give up what we could have had and could have learned and stick with what we know and already have.
The narrow road, the unpaved path…. He lives there.