What's your Big Kahuna fear? The one that sends shivers down your spine when you imagine it happening?
Mine is heights. I start getting squeamish at about 30 feet up.
So in June, when Taylor (my oldest son) asked me if I wanted to go jump out of a plane at 13,500 feet with him, his fiance, his finance's mom, and a few others, I wanted to say no.
But I didn't.
I knew God was saying, "Jump." So I did.
The jump was an unbelievable physical rush--wow, was it ever!--but more important is what it has done inside me. I see what God was up to. The jump freed me up to believe I can do that thing in my writing career I never thought possible. And yeah, maybe I can't do it, but at least now I'm willing to try.
Do You Need to Jump?
You know I'm not (necessarily) talking about skydiving.
- Maybe it's writing that novel you've never believed you could write.
- Maybe it's asking for an endorsement from someone you're convinced would turn you down flat.
- Maybe it's going to that conference you've always wanted to--but been too intimidated.
- Maybe it's pitching an editor and/or agent with more confidence than you've ever had.
- Maybe it's asking that author to co-write with you even though that's a dream you don't believe could ever come true.
- Maybe it's doing Nanowrimo this November.
I don't know what plane you need to leap out of but I do know the faith it takes to jump will bring you freedom. Do it. I know you can.
I'll see you in the air.