Sometimes we are called to go out on a limb. To places that may scare us with their power. Places that don’t make sense to anyone but us.
I remember years ago, after a divorce, when I was called to move to Chicago. It made no sense. I just knew I was meant to go. My mom sent a card that said: “Go ahead. God out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is anyway.” I went, and I’ve never regretted it.
It was hard. And scary. And wonderful. It’s still one of the leaps I am most grateful for and proud of to this day. It didn’t last forever, but through it I was changed. These things grow us in unimaginable ways.
Sometimes we are asked to go alone. For others it’s too risky. Mysterious. Unknown. Stretched so far in a place that feels nothing like home. But when you are called to it, you will be held up in it. A place all your own.
So reach. Lean in. Believe.
It won’t be easy. Far leaps never are. Go there anyway. Because, sometimes the only way to get to the other side, is to go out on a limb.
Because you’ve gone out on a limb, committed yourselves to love and trust in [M]e, believing… ~ John 16:27 MSG