cliff hanger ...

We have all seen the cliff hanger where there are two mountain climbers, one is desperately holding on to the other climber who slipped off the peak. The shot settles on the two hands holding but the grasp is getting weaker. The faces are twisted in agony. Fingers holding fingers. The holder swears he will never let go. The hanger's mood shifts from holding on to letting go. The viewer is screaming 'Nooooooo!'

I have seen many scences and I have often gotten mad at the climber who let go. 'Fight to stay,' I howl through gritted teeth. Why do they alway give up. Why do they always tell the other to let go. It is better, they say...

I finally understand. I was the one who slipped off the mountain. As I am dangling there without a firm stronghold, I look into the eyes of the holder and say, 'Let me go. If you continue, we both will go sailing over the cliff. I have had my fill. It is better for one of us to be saved, and today it is you. Today we go our separate ways. Let go of my hand ...'

Wow, I never thought I would let go. I am always the fighter. Tired doesn't mean old age rather a long and fierce journey... Not sure where this will lead me... I put hope on the Mystery God revealing slowly but surely in my steps... hiding my tattered and ripped spirit within His Saving Wings...