My dream: I am in rugged country, on foot and afraid. I come to the Grand Canyon, and I look across...I can barely see the other side. I look down the length of it, and far, far away it seems there is a bridge. It is so far away I cannot be sure plus, since I can barely see the other side from where I'm standing, it is highly unlikely that is a viable bridge I'm seeing.
But the Grand Canyon is, after all, the Grand Canyon, and there is no walking down the side of a rock cliff to the bottom.
I can hear wild animals behind me, heading my way. To stay there is to die a grizzly (!) death, to attempt to scale downward is suicidal, so I head toward the hoped-for bridge.
With my first step, there it is right before me. I step up onto it, and I am immediately on the other side...with no bridge behind me. It has vanished. I am safe.
And God says, "The first step you take in faith is a complete journey."
Thank you.
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