Your hand is stretched out waiting for mine.
In those few moments, as I begin to reach towards it, my mind races.
Is this the right path? Is this what You really want? What is my life going to look like once I clasp Your hand?
What if I don’t grab Your hand at all?
That seems worse than the unknown of Your desire.
I know it’s time to live in the Second Mile of Faith.
I’ve walked the same First Mile far too long. I know all the landmarks:
the trees bearing fruits of the Spirit, the fire fuelled by forgiven sins, the pond of repentance, and the intersection of trials and joy.
It’s time now to end this loop and leap into the Second Mile.
The mile full of turns of trust
and bends of provision.
The landscape is different- all that I see is hazy.
But I know He’s calling with His loving hand ready for mine.
I clasp it, take a deep breath with closed-eyes, and put my foot over the line,
into the Second Mile…not knowing how it ends.