So, I am standing at a very high place and looking out over a city.  I wonder how I got here because it is something I never could have done before.  I know if my children saw me standing near a rail, up high, they’d be saying, “What!  No parachute?!” 

That is me, always afraid to get my feet off the ground and go higher.  It’s so comfortable down here, I can look up, and that’s good enough for me.  Yes, I see how high it is, I see how beautiful it is, I don’t need to go up there to see it, I’m fine down here.  So down here is where I stayed.  STAYED!

Through my fear I was pushed, and I do mean, PUSHED, to go higher.  I fought back with every BUT and WHAT IF I could think of.  None of them mattered; I WAS going to do this.  Even now, writing about it, tears come.

Oh, how many times I have told God no, I didn’t want to go higher.  I am fine right here.  Father, I can see everything, all of You, from here.  And then He pushes and I push back and He says just go and I have fear and doubt.  But the rail could give way, the floor could collapse. What if I pass out from being too high?  The buts and what ifs that seem so logical at the time do not keep Him from pushing and yes I do mean PUSHING, right in the middle of the back!  I push back so hard that I know if He moves His hand, I will have no choice but to fall down. 

He has His own buts and what ifs.  BUT I won’t let you go, WHAT IF you let me walk with you.  Won’t you at least try to trust Me. 

I prayed for God’s strength to walk up those stairs, go up in that elevator.  I did it.  I wasn’t happy, not excited, only apprehensive to go there and it took me quite a few minutes, or maybe half an hour, to finally walk to the edge just for a picture, to prove I was there.  And the experience was something I will never be able to replicate.  Being higher, up there, it was more beautiful than on the ground.  To stand and look for miles over a city that, from the ground, looks nothing like it does from the sky.  It is one of the best things I have ever done!  One of the best things I was pushed into!! 

This high place just happens to be the Eiffel Tower in Paris.  I’ve now been to many high places: the Cathedral in Cologne, Germany, inside the London Eye, the third floor hotel room in Amsterdam ( I always stay on the first floor or got a different room) to name a few. 

WHAT IF I hadn’t done those things?   I wouldn’t have had the opportunity to feel Jesus hand in my back, to hear His voice asking me to try to trust Him, to truly realize His Word is true, He will walk with me to a higher plain so that I can see more of Him, more of what He wants me to see that is inside of me.

I am coming out of what’s comfortable and going to a higher plain.  I am trusting God to give me His Son to push me to where He wants me to go.  I’ll be listening for His voice to guide me and remind me I can trust Him.