This my day for parachute jumping, going into free-fall as I leap into space, scrambling for words before they fall to the ground.

All par for the course with Five Minute Friday where we allow words to fall where they will and hope to catch a few to share.

Today’s prompt is: JUMP



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I’m not a natural risk-taker. Safe. Secure. 
That’s how I like my world to be in general.
As child I stood with mingled dread and delight
of anticipation as I waited my turn to jump into the 
swinging rope swaying and arcing before me.
The tune got louder, rope snapped faster and heart beat wildly
as I leapt, hoping to make it before rope caught ankles
instead and we both cascaded 
in a pooled loop of humiliation 
to the ground.
Further scary leaping and jumping took place in exploration 
of condemned building sites where feet rocked unsteady.
Later, age 17, I made the biggest leap of my life.
A leap of faith. My whole being 
straight into Abba Father’s outstretched arms. 
Caught. Held safe.
Secure in the swinging of my emotions.
Daily smaller leaps of faith stretch and challenge still.
Though God provides the means to make them.
Now, any leaping, skipping or jumping 
is confined to the realm of the mind, heart and spirit, 
for body finds even walking a challenge.
But I keep on making the leap,
with my daily life and with my writing.
And God keeps catching me as I arrive
breathless with gratitude
 into His loving embrace once more,
with no fear of snaking ropes around me.
He’s ready and waiting for you to leap too

Linking up here with Lisa-Jo Baker.

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25 thoughts on “Jumping”

    1. Pool jumping is beyond me, Lisa, as I am pretty timid around water. Though the snuggling afterwards sounds good! And God holds us safe too after our leap of faith. 🙂 xx

  1. 'Caught and held close…' Oh yes. How can we doubt it? Yet there's something so scary about jumping when you can't see where you'll land.
    Thank you, Joy. Beautiful, heartfelt words.

    PS I was 17 when I fell headlong into His arms, too. 🙂

  2. Lovely post, Joy! The story you told is beautiful and I love how you started and ended the piece with the swinging rope. Keep taking those leaps of faith and write.

    1. Hi Barry. It's an honour to have you visit my blog. I really appreciate you taking the time to leave a lovely comment! I'll do my best to keep making those leaps of faith. Thanks very much. 🙂 x

  3. I love this, Joy! And I can relate, oh so well; except, my exploration was rowing through the weeds in the lake, exploring the Florida woodland (Pines and Oak Trees); also sand spurs, stinging nettles, and snakes to watch out for. "My whole being straight into Abba Father's outstretched arms. Caught. Held safe." Yes! That is the best, and someday we will get to physically run, jump, dance, and sing and worship Him in His presence. Love and Prayers, Debby xx ♥

    1. Hi Debby. Your exploration sounds a lot more fun than mine. Though the time constraints (and whatever came from memory first) meant only a little of my misspent youth was revealed here! Oh, how I long to be able to physically run, jump and dance in time to come. There'll be no stopping us, my friend! Bless you for this lovely comment 🙂 xx

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