The First Time You Fly

We live a lot of firsts. The first time you take wobbly steps from the worn coffee table to the warm arms of your mama.  The first time you pick out your own outfit for church. The first time you jump into the deep end of a pool. The first time you pedal down the street without two extra wheels. The first time you spend the night away from home. The first time you glance over at your friend and realize she actually gets you. The first time a guy catches your eye and you catch your breath and suddenly the butterflies cliché makes sense. The first time your dad hands you his keys. The first time you earn a paycheck. The first time you present an assignment in front of a crowd of people. The first time you pack your belongings in the trunk of your car and say, “See you in a few weeks” to the people you’ve never gone a day without.

The first time you move away from home.

The first time you fly.

I want to tell you something. When I was younger I didn’t like unfamiliar circumstances and unknown places. I didn’t like leaving the comfort of my own bed in my own room in my own house. Frankly, I still don’t.

But here I am: a half day’s drive from the home of my heart, meeting new people and learning new subjects and figuring out a new town and learning how to be a real-deal grown-up.

See, for all of the firsts you experience, one of the biggest is the first time you fly. The first time you jump headfirst out of the nest and test your wingspan. The first time you go solo, praying against anything you soar instead of sink.

It’s a risk; a chance; a dare. It’s a leap into the unknown. But we do it because we can’t not. There’s a tugging at our souls, a quiet whisper inviting us to experience the thrill of knowing nothing except the love of the One who calls us.

For every moment of panic, He brings peace. For every doubt, He fills our desire. For every tearful goodbye, every piece of our heart we leave behind, and every whispered prayer for courage, there is a promise and a  purpose we can’t even begin to imagine.

So whether you’re an introvert or an extrovert, whether you’re socially fulfilled or socially anxious, whether you’re shy or outgoing, quiet or loud, self-confident or scared completely. Whether you’re leaving the nest or applying for a new job or joining a new church or knocking on your neighbor’s door, know this: You are not alone.

You are not alone.

You are  not alone.

You are not alone.

You are not alone.

The God who rescued nations and delivered captives and sacrificed His Son so you could live life to the very fullest is with you. The God who chose you and called you is with you.

He is with you.

He is with you.

He is with you.

He is with you.

He just wants you to say yes to leaving that nest of safety and familiarity. There’s something sweet about surrender; about letting go of all you hold dear. Because when you do that, you trade fear for faith. Burdens for blessings. Worry for worship. Grief for grace. And an average life for countless days of standing in awe at what God is doing in your world.

It’s not easy, but it’s exciting. There are hard moments, but there are also times your heart feels light and full of joy. In all of it, He is with you.

What is God asking you to do? The first time you fly, you will not fall because:

“The one who calls you is faithful” -1 Thessalonians 5:24

Trust Him and tell Him yes. Let’s follow Him together.

“The Lord bless you
and keep you;
the Lord make his face shine on you
and be gracious to you;
the Lord turn his face toward you
and give you peace.”

Numbers 6:24-26

In His love,

Anna

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6 thoughts on “The First Time You Fly

  1. This is so beautiful. And true. I’ve done several of those take-a-deep-breath-and-trust-and-do-it things in the past year, and each time I find my faith has grown a little bit afterward.

    As always, thank you for sharing. :)

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