My Father in Heaven has definitely pushed me off the cliff. He has told me it was time to fly. As I am flying, like Peter walking on water, I have panicked. I have started flapping my arms and flailing and falling. As I do, the Savior has immediately wrapped me in his arms. He has caught me. And once safely in his arms, I relax. I am safe.
I'm not so scared of the edge. Because walking in the edge, means I'll be wrapped in the arms of my Savior until that glorious day, that I can spread my own wings and fly and soar.
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