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Just Jump

It is truly funny how life works.

Today was the last day of swim lessons. J got to jump off the diving board today. I was poised with my camera to take a shot by shot view of him jumping into the water. Well, the whole process took quite a while. After I got home and looked at the photos, I realized there was a lesson in it for me too!

Just Jump

How many times in life does God ask us to try something new, something unexpected? We say, OK Lord, I will "jump". We get to the end of the "diving board". Ready to jump. Suddenly fear sets in.

Can I do this? Wait, I am not sure I am ready. I am here, ready to act, but I am afraid.

How far do I have to go? What do you want me to do again, Lord? OK, I think I can. You would not ask me to do it, to get to the end of this "board" and turn around.

Fear seizes you. Suddenly,there is someone there telling you, "You can do it." It would be OK too, if you turned around and did not jump. But you know you have to jump. For yourself. Jump. People are cheering, waiting. What will you do? Will you jump or will you walk away, and not even try? You know you would be upset at yourself if you did not jump, so . . .

You get ready.
Just Jump!

And once you have jumped, the fear is gone. You have won the battle! You have done what you were not sure you could do!

And when you are done, you can cheer on the next person who jumps!


  1. That is very true! Thanks for sharing.

  2. This is one of your best posts ever! I loved it.

    It is so true and the pictures are perfect. I kept wondering if J was going to jump or not...and he did!!!

    What a great shot too of him with his buddy at the end, cheering others on to "Jump".

    Great blog!!!

  3. Fantastic post and wonderful reflection. I bet J is so proud!


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