Freedom... [of leaps and landings]

"You like flying through the air like that?"


That's my dad. A calm, cool, collected guy, a brilliant physician, logical thinker, loving father, world-class leader, and my hero.


But he wasn't sure about this.


"Oh," said I, "That's ultimate freedom..."


He just squinted his eyes and shook his head and laughed. I love that look...

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Abandon...

Huge word. But I've never been much of a fan. 

I take after my father, actually. At least when it comes to the "three C's." And especially the last one-- collected.

I mean, abandon sounds way too much like out of control to me.

Right?

Right.

Hold that thought.

My Master has asked me to trust Him.

And to abandon my life to His grace...

"Serious?"

"Serious."

"Alllllrighty then."

And I've found out there's something that people who tenaciously cling to their own lives and their own crutches will never understand.

And that something is freedom.

Too many people are afraid to live with abandon.

(Mind you, there are plenty of people who do. Care-less and careless people. Not what I'm talking about.)

I mean abandoning myself.

Perhaps we worry too much about ourselves. About our footing.

Perhaps it's time we started worrying more about Him, (and His glory) and letting Him worry about us.

After all, if He groomed the jump, and sent you speeding toward it, He'll make Himself responsible for the landing. 

In the mean time, enjoy the flight...

Skiing from Sean Nebblett on Vimeo.