On the edge.

You ever feel so close—like right there, on the brink?

Standing at the border of something greater,

but for some reason, you just can’t dive in.

Circumstances.

Environment.

Fear.

Whatever it is, it keeps you from leaping into the deep.

And you know—right at the brink,

you can feel overwhelmed by the body of water before you.

The waves look bigger than your courage.

And in that moment, it almost seems easier to turn back

than to take the plunge.

Sometimes I think—maybe all I need is a push.

They say the quickest way to learn to swim

is for someone to throw you into the water.

Sink or swim.

Fight or flight.

Your body chooses survival before your mind does.

I’m not sure that’s the right way to learn.

But maybe—just maybe—

I won’t drown.

Maybe instead of sinking,

I’ll rise.

Maybe I won’t just learn how to swim—

maybe I’ll walk on water.

Like Moses, parting seas.

Like Peter, eyes fixed on Jesus.

Maybe this is my season—

my walking on water season.

So God, if I can’t move,

give me a push.