“Jump,” He said, and she thought He was crazy. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the rocks and the angry waves, hungry to swallow her whole. “Jump!”
She stood at the edge, back to the water, ears attuned to the monstrous roaring below. He said it again. Before her lay everything familiar, everything comfortable; behind her, all things new.
Her hands were shaking. Her feet were weighty with the gold of everything she knew. She heard Him one last time: “Jump!”
And then it happened. As if with a gust of wind, everything before her was swept up and away, out of sight. All that lay before her were her memories, some wrapped neatly and secured, some fragmented and scattered. She reached to grab ahold of something familiar, but as soon as she touched it, it vanished from her hands.
There was no turning back now.
He’d stopped calling, but she knew He was there. She inched backward. She took a deep breath, knowing that it might be her last. She took one last look at everything – at nothing – around her, turned around, and jumped into the unknown.
As soon as she jumped, the waves became still. And she heard singing. It was His voice.
When she opened her eyes, she saw Him gazing straight into her soul.
“He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose.” –Jim Eliot