Jump

He makes a trust fall forward.

Jumps into my arms while I wasn’t expecting it.

It scares me, the way he trusts me. I don’t feel very grownup yet, myself. So why does he look to me to do and know everything? Who thought this would be a good idea, giving me a kid? A strong willed one, at that. At times I don’t know what to do. But I just realized that my little boy told me.

Just jump into my Father’s arms and He’ll take it from there.

Unlike me, a failing human being, He is perfect and He will always be there. I won’t always feel it. But I will always know it. Because that’s what faith is. I want to chose to have faith even in the really confusing moments of motherhood…or rather, personhood. To jump anyway. And know He will catch me and carry me and hold me and always, always love me.

Sometimes I might even sink when I look down at the water like Peter did. But even then He will hold out His hand. And even when I deny Him He will give me more chances and ask me ‘Do you love me?’ And I will say ‘Yes, Lord’.

Linking up with Lisa-Jo for Five Minute Friday