The prompt for this week is…
The feeling of it is both thrilling and terrifying at the same time. If you just live in the moment, all you feel is the rush of wind, images swirling around you like a Monet painting, feeling like you’re the only person in the world. But then it hits you, you see the ground and you wonder how you will land, who, if anyone, will catch you and panic quickly sets in. Now you’re falling so fast that you don’t have time to scream, you don’t have time to enjoy the blur of images flying by, the sound of wind rushing in your ears. All you can think is, I’m falling…falling…falling.
Then as soon as it began, it’s over. You’re enveloped by big strong arms. In the back of your mind, you knew those arms would be there all along. You knew He would never let you hit the ground. So you don’t forget that the next time it happens. The next time you just enjoy the thrill and wait for those arms to catch you.