I’m not much of a toe-dipper. I like to jump right in. Even if the water is cold. (Okay, so I have learned a few things over the years. I weigh my words before saying them…uh, usually…)
Yet I sometimes…[Gasp]…put things off. Things that matter. Things that God has called me to do.
This day, though…This day I’m saying it: It’s time to fly. No running away. No hiding. No busywork to avoid walking in my calling. Nope.
Time. To. Fly. Soar like an eagle. Start living—not just existing.
What happened to cause me to dig my heels in, draw a line in the sand, and speak those time-to-fly words? I’m sooooo glad you asked…
The other day was a perfect day. The weather was perfect. The company was perfect (so I still enjoy being with my hubs, even after 34 years). The mountains were calling. I answered, “Yes, I’m coming to see you today!!” The birds were singing. The sun was shining beautiful Vitamin D on me. Praise music was playing. Yep, a perfect day.
Lots of walking, exploring, talking. Being in nature. Seeing. Feeling. Hearing. Everywhere I looked, there were fresh ideas, thoughts, and discoveries. Flowers and forests. Water flowing over rocks, swirling and playing the most beautiful music imaginable. Oh yes, a very perfect day.
As we began our journey homeward, we came across a view that just begged to be captured. So we had to stop Punk’n and do some panorama-gathering. Lo and behold, there was a church parking lot just waiting for us.
As I gazed out over the valley below—with the cemetery immediately in front of me—I couldn’t help but muse…My life is here right now. I don’t want to live my life in part. I don’t want to have my epitaph say, “She was afraid to live out her purpose.” Just no. I don’t want to waste any more time.
I want to live a full life. I want to be who I was created to be. I want to do what I’m created to do.
Time. To. Fly.