The Itsy Bitsy Spider

A teeny, tiny spider sped across my journal as I was writing.  Without slowing, hesitating or probably even thinking, she quickly made her way to the edge of the table and launched without so much as a millisecond of pause.  An unseen silk anchor gently lowered her to my chair.  Again, she took off with speed and launched off the edge once more.  Trusty silk anchor held tight and she floated peacefully to the ground where she moved so fast, I didn't even see where she went.

God said I can be that spider.  He is my trusty silk anchor and I don't even have to pause as I'm nearing the edge of the table, chair, cliff, whatever.  He has me.  Before Heath and I were ever dating, I told him I would only marry someone who would take me to the edge of the cliff and say, "Let's jump!"  Hmmmm.  I definitely married the right guy for the fulfillment of that desire.

We are nearing another edge.  Heath is really leaving for Peru for two months in ten short days.  I've felt completely peaceful about it until three days ago. The little gnawing doubts started to creep into my thoughts.  By yesterday, I was not only paused in forward movement, I was backpedaling from the edge, wondering what the hell we think we're doing . . . again.

After the spider taught me a thing or two about trust, peace settled.  I'm sure there will be other moments of wondering/panic, but I'm so confident that my loving God is speaking and ready to tell me that he's got me and I can leap and gently fall to the next landing place.  I am loved.  I am cared for.  I am held by the Creator of the infinite universe.  That's an anchor worth trusting.