In her own jaded perception of reality
She opened her eyes.
Herself is what she does hate.
She watches her weight.
Her thighs to big, her dreams too small.
She starved herself to look like a fashion
Queen.
She dreamed of thin, she wished to be tall.
She looked in the mirror imperfection is
All she seen.
In your jaded perception of reality of what
You thought was true don’t forget nobody
Is better than the real you.

I've come to the point in my life
at what I thought would be a crossroad turns out to be a cliff.
Not one that I have to climb mind you
but one that I need to step off of.

...and yet I hesitate

I know that what awaits me over the edge
is the loving Father
and all the blessings and adventure I could ever imagine.

But could something also be waiting for me
beyond my imagination?
Could God ask something of me I'm not willing to give
or give up?

That's what frightens me.

I look behind me and see my comfortable life
with it's share of joy and heartaches and I do want more.

But do I want more of this

or more of

God

Will God ask me to move to Somalia or
just move off my couch.

I don't know what tomorrow might bring
but I do know that if God brings it...

It's all good!

and so here I am at the edge...

and...
            I...
                  step...