And at the end of the day, I’ve found that the chasm between my faith and my fear is as close or as far in distance as the gap between me and my Father.
The closer I am to Him, the fewer fears arise within me. When in constant relation with my Rock, my steps are secure. My thoughts are focused. My distractions are few. My questions find answers. I seek and I find.
When I am in the wilderness, I tend to seclude myself. Obviously the wilderness is not over populated to begin with, but my nature is to recluse from everything, even my omnipresent Father. The chasm begins to grow; and thereafter, the gap between my faith and my fear follows. I find it difficult to step out on the next step as it seems I’d be attempting to leap between cliffs with one missed step leading to utter chaos or certain death.
I know, I know it’s just me, right?
So, as I stand and stare into that dark abyss, what does it take to realize all I have to do is look for my Father?
Call out across the chasm. Refocus on my Father. He’s there; standing, waiting with outstretched arms wide open. Full of strength, full of grace. Where He’s been all along waiting to connect with me. Gently tugging me towards the steps He’s ordained even when I’ve burrowed myself into a cave of fear and solitude. He beckons me. All I have to do is reach out. Call out. Take the step. But the only thing that can bridge that gap between my faith and my fear is my connection with the Father.