I am not a risk taker but the one line “get rid of this play-it-safe who won’t go out on a limb” struck home with me. It was time to start going out on that limb.
As the years have gone by I have climbed farther and farther out on that limb. I must admit that sitting out there on that limb in the midst of a storm was not pleasant at all. It felt as if it would break and I would come tumbling down. Yet the limb held fast to the trunk, bending nearly to the breaking point – or so I thought – while I held on for dear life. Seems like all I ever do is hang on for dear life. I’m ready for the time when I can climb down or at least come in near the trunk where the storm does not whip the branch so much. Can I do that? Can I come in close to the stability and strength of the trunk, my Lord? Can I hold fast to your strength, stability and be sheltered from the whipping branches that the wind tosses to and fro?
Would you shelter me, hold me in the palm of your hand as the storms of life come?
