I stood again, tentatively taking a step toward the edge. Lifting my heart again in an agonized cry,
“Lord, where are you? I just want to follow You! But I am afraid! I don’t know how to find You in the Catholic Church! What if it is dry and dead there? What if … ? How can I … ? Will You … ? Will I die?”
Suddenly He was there before me, arms outstretched,
“If it is Me, will you come? Will you trust Me, even with your heart? With everything you love? Will you trust me to find You, to lead you to Myself, no matter where you are?”
My heart leapt. I knew it was Him. This was the face I knew, the voice I loved.
“If it is Me, will you come? Will you trust Me, even with your heart? With everything you love? Will you trust me to find You, to lead you to Myself, no matter where you are?”
My heart leapt. I knew it was Him. This was the face I knew, the voice I loved.
Heart pounding, I answered,
“Yes! Jesus, I am still very afraid. But I will come to You.”
He hadn’t answered my questions or calmed my fears. He had simply shown me His face, let me hear His voice, and I knew that whatever happened, I would be safe with Him.
Placing my hand in His, I walked toward the cliff, with these old, beloved words growing alive in my heart:
“Yes! Jesus, I am still very afraid. But I will come to You.”
He hadn’t answered my questions or calmed my fears. He had simply shown me His face, let me hear His voice, and I knew that whatever happened, I would be safe with Him.
Placing my hand in His, I walked toward the cliff, with these old, beloved words growing alive in my heart:
“Tell me, O you whom my soul loves,
Where do you pasture your flock,
Where do you make it lie down at noon?
For why should I be like one who veils herself
Beside the flocks of your companions?”
“If you yourself do not know,
Most beautiful among women,
Go forth on the trail of the flock
And pasture your young goats
By the tents of the shepherds.
(Song of Songs 1:7, 8)
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