Five-Minute Friday: Risk

I think you say jump.

And instead of asking how high

I find myself frozen 

instead 

asking for a fiery bush 

or billboard

or email 

with those simple words 

burning 

or bolded

or line-addressed 

to my name:

Jump. 

But in the quiet recesses of my heart

when I still myself from thought-questions 

and thought-distractions

I hear you loud and clear. 

I hear you in the details you've already taken care of

in the affirmations

in the revelations of grace-mercy you've given

in the very word you spoke centuries ago

"Then I said, “Ah, Lord God! Behold, I do not know how to speak, for I am only a youth.” But the Lord said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am only a youth’; for to all to whom I send you, you shall go, and whatever I command you, you shall speak. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you to deliver you, declares the Lord.” - Jeremiah 1

I'm no prophet.

But you've given me the same promise.

That if I jump

when you say

trust replaces risk

and there will be cushion in the landing.