I can certainly recall being envious of the other girls and their pony tails bouncing violently in the air. I was afraid of “JUMPING IN”. The other girls seemed undeterred by lunging effortlessly into the unknown. To complicate matters, our jump rope was not made for the faint of heart because in the Deep South we “JUMPED” with a garden hose. One day I woke with sheer determination that I would take that leap of faith and “JUMP” in. Like a lioness hunting its prey, I watched and waited for my turn to pounce. I saw my chance and then propelled myself forward. With my big sister cheering me on, I did it! I “JUMPED” in! It was pure bliss feeling my ponytails hit me about the face. Once I tackled that garden hose I couldn’t be stopped, and each time I “JUMPED IN”, I found out I got better and better. I didn’t know it at the time but deciding to “JUMP” in was probably my first lesson in faith. I’ve managed to do a lot of things in my life many of them with nervousness and trepidation. I remember these times the most. Faith requires action!
Life requires us “JUMPING IN” even if all you can do is “JUMP” in fear!