In meditation, after completing a long run outside, I found myself standing on the edge of a great chasm. The left-hand side was my world; the other side was God’s world. I was surrounded by turmoil where I stood alone and longed for the peace I sensed was on the other side. However, the distance between the two was too great to reach by any means of my own. I realized the only way to get across was to jump into the bottomless chasm and hope God would catch me.
I stood looking across for a long time, debating within myself whether to make the jump or not. If He didn’t catch me, my life was lost. I could hear His invitation to jump – over and over again He encouraged me to jump. He said I could trust Him. Finally, I jumped and went down, down, down in the endless space, wondering if this was the end of me. After what seemed like a drop of miles and miles, I felt His great hands catch me and gently bring me safely to the other side. I experienced great peace and fell asleep in the chair I was sitting in.