The little girl clung to the railing as she pulled one little foot up and hauled herself to the top. She scooted to the end of the board, one finger between her teeth, and hazarded a glance down over the edge. Daddy reached his hands up to her from the water below.
“It’s okay, baby; I’ll catch you!”
The water looked deep. Even Daddy couldn’t reach the bottom. It was such a long way down! She screwed her eyes shut as her lower lip began to quaver.
“I’m scared!” she wailed.
“I’ll catch you, I promise. It’s okay, baby; you can do it!”
She peeked over the edge again. Daddy was very strong and he always took good care of her. She bit her lip and inched closer to the edge. Daddy wasn’t scared of the water. Before she could change her mind, she sucked in a deep breath and plunged over the edge. Her heart leaped into her throat with a little squeal as she fell and ended with a splash as she landed in her daddy’s arms. The water got all in her eyes and nose and she coughed.
“Are you okay?” Daddy asked. After a minute she looked up into his face. Her eyes shone.
“Daddy, can we do it again?”
I mentioned last time about how God’s been leading me to give more than I’m comfortable with. He’s continued to challenge me more through this week, reminding me about my prayers not to let my tight financial situation make me stingy, and asking me if I trust Him enough to give even more yet. I feel just like the little girl on the diving board, looking over the edge, not sure what will happen when I hit the water. But I know that my heavenly Daddy is waiting for me, and He always catches me. As I jump into His arms, I’m reminded that living in obedience is, yet again, the most exhilarating thing. And when the terror of the moment subsides, I find that it was actually quite fun.