Finding God’s Presence ~ Dangling Between the Familiar and the Unknown
The child dangled from a large tree limb, legs flailing, tongue wailing. She was terrified of dangling so far above the ground, yet terrified even more of letting go to slip into her father’s arms flung outstretched beneath her. Her saga on the limb, though dangerous, was a sure thing, even if she didn’t like it — though she dangled, her grasp was strong and the limb sturdy.
But she was stuck and afraid.
Afraid to let go.
The child was me.
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