Gravity pulling, pulling, pulling the body straight down. At a swift pace, free fall ensues and the body plunges deeper, deeper and deeper into the black abyss. Never scared. In fact, quite freeing. Liberating.<\/p>\n
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I was about eight then. It was a recurring dream of mine for years to come. Almost nightly I\u2019d fall free into inky oblivion.<\/p>\n
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But those are the things of dreams. Fast forward to the adult who becomes rigid, somewhat inflexible and seemingly thrives in order. The adult who manages her life in 15-minute increments and leaves no room for spontaneity. No freedom to coast, even in dreams. Control is the order of the day.<\/p>\n
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But in comes a new dream. A dream of flying. While the free fall is but a wisp of a memory, the flying dreams are fresh, new, invigorating, and exciting. What a stark contrast to the rigid one in real life. In the dreams she is FREE. Soaring on wings as eagles, she glides gracefully over valley and deep crevasses. From the ground she begins to pump her arms then as if propelled by rocket boots, she shoots straight into the air. Dip, twist, turn, and pivot. Slicing through the air. And it all feels so real.<\/p>\n
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Then the Lord calls to her. He says, \u201cCome out of the box you\u2019ve been hiding in. I see you daughter\u201d. Slightly cautious and somewhat afraid she unfurls her contorted limbs and stretches out of the box.<\/p>\n
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But life has her feeling on edge. The pressures and demands of fullfilling so many roles, being so many things to so many people. Called to a higher calling in the Lord. Feeling, Lord if you ask for one more thing, I\u2019ll fall. Lord, I\u2019m right on the edge. I\u2019m at the precipice and I don\u2019t want to fall into the craggy rocks below.<\/p>\n
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But the Lord says, \u201cTrust Me! Fall.\u201d<\/p>\n
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She is usually one to obey. But this time fear and apprehension keep her locked it in place. Free fall? Umm…no thank you. Like the Flying Wallendas sailing through the air with no safety net? No, that won’t be me. \u00a0Where’s the harness? Where’s the safety net? \u00a0Where are my spotters? What’s the likelihood of an accident? I need the details. I need concrete information. \u00a0Again he whispers, “Have Faith.”<\/p>\n
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Oh how faithful is HE. She has a vision, a waking one this time. So akin to the flying dreams yet different. This time the Lord takes her to a HIGH place. He tells her to free fall. He takes her back to the time when she came out of the box and He revealed a new element in the scene. When she comes out of the box, from her back unfurls gigantic, iridescent wings. At full height they are nearly 10 feet tall with a massive wingspan.<\/p>\n
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Now back to that precipice. Together we step off the ledge\u2026..AND<\/p>\n
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I do it again.<\/p>\n
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I smother the vision before I give it permission to unfold.<\/p>\n
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Afraid to use what I\u2019ve been given. Afraid even though I\u2019ve clearly seen that I\u2019ve been endowed to take flight. Then the message continues to track me down.<\/p>\n
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[bctt tweet=”Unless you’re willing to fall, you risk not fulfilling your potential.”]<\/p>\n
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<\/p>\n I read it in a book.<\/p>\n I read it over and over in the word.<\/p>\n He brings the vision back into my mind.<\/p>\n I see it on a sign I drive past.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n I get new revelation on what the wings are for (Looking forward to sharing more on that in a future post).<\/p>\n <\/p>\n![\"free](\"https:\/\/www.inspiredtolivefully.com\/staging\/4119\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/11\/free-falling.jpg\")
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