So I got to come to Atlanta and go the the AmericasMart and it’s pretty amazing.
Three buildings the size of … I don’t know….a small airfield maybe…I might be exaggerating but not by much.
Twenty plus floors, each loaded with show rooms of all the things…but one tiny glitch.
Unless you want to go allllllll the way back down to planet earth to pass from one to the other you have to cross this death bridge of glass suspended over thin air.
Kind of like the sensation Spider Man must have on his nightly outings.
See that foot in the picture.
That’s the tennis show of a man who had to be my senior by maybe five years or more.
That’s as far as he will go out on it he said.
And he works there.
I got a few inches further and just looking out to the side of that building in the background took enough years off of my life that I am now technically older than the owner of the black aforementioned tennis shoe.
Oh I will cross that bridge tomorrow.
Make no doubt.
I once conquered my fear of heights in the presence of our daughter Sarah and there is no way I will go back on a victory.
It won’t be pretty…and I may be extremely focused on my own feet as I make my way across that span of fear…but I will do it.
A victory over something doesn’t mean it will never threaten to try to take you out again…it just means you know your God got you through it the last time and He will be there, rock solid, all the times you face your giant again…and again…and again.
And when I get to the other side, I will be stronger than I was the day before and I will know that with God…all things are possible.
Stand up to your fear by falling down before you God.
Group high five and I will see you tomorrow <3