Freefalling with God.

Someone once asked, “Where does your faith come from?” I thought about it for a moment and realized that my faith comes from surrender. One would think that the opposite is true, that is, surrender comes through faith.

That isn’t how it has worked in my life.

Wherever I have journeyed, my faith has always been strengthened and lived out through surrender.

Surrender can be a scary concept.

I am not talking about submission to the wind that blows where it wills but rather a letting go to the breath of the Spirit who gives life, purpose and meaning to my journey as I detach from the safety nets of control. Perhaps it is more about trusting in the presence of God wherever I find myself.

Believe or not, “Not my will but your will be done” seems to work for me. This doesn’t mean that I don’t pray and seek to hear God’s voice or the Spirit’s promptings but it does mean that sometimes I have to be still and listen more deeply to the still small voice beneath the shouts of a personal enthusiasm.

I am sitting in a library across the street from my new home. I am waiting for my furniture, cars and life possessions to be delivered tomorrow. This has given me time to reflect and listen to the hope this part of my life’s journey presents.

There’s the old saying, “Leap and the net will appear.” There’s no way I can have faith that the net will appear unless I leap.

I am in an exhilarating place suspended in the air from a 2,800 mile leap into the unknown. I am not looking for the net. I know that the net is beneath somewhere so I am going to enjoy the freefall as I breathe in the breath of the Spirit that holds me. I am freefalling with God.

Thanks for your prayers.