The edge

The edge

I dreamt that I was standing on the very edge of a chasm.
The name of that chasm was doubt.
Doubt in myself and doubt in the God I love.
Then I stumbled. Again and again I stumbled.
 I fell down, and further down
until I gave up on all hope of a rescue.
Then in that darkness I heard a voice.

“It is finished” It said.
With that I was lifted up on eagle’s wings.
I circled up and further up until light burst in upon me.  
I realised that although I had then given up on myself,
 my God had not and never will.

Because you see,
it is not our own fuel that propels us though life,
 for that is small and soon peters out.  
Instead, it is the love of our patient heavenly father
who lifts us each time we fail. 
And we do fail.

Each time we learn and grow
so that we might resemble him even more. 
It is indeed finished and our
relationship has been repaired
by the author of those words;

our saviour, Jesus Christ.