THE LEAP

For you did not receive a spirit that makes you a slave again to fear, but you received the Spirit of sonship, And by him we cry, "Abba, Father." Romans 8v15

When I was very small we used to go swimming and I would leap off the side of the pool into my Dad's waiting arms. Once the leap was made, fear soon changed to thrill as flying through the air felt so free, as well as a bit risky, and seeing my Dad's open arms, waiting to catch me, looked pretty good too. He never once dropped me and not once did I end up dunked under the water. He held me until I felt safe enough to "doggy paddle" off through the water in a pair of blow up arm bands. Even after I could swim like a fish, I would sometimes say that I needed catching just for the sheer pleasure of being caught.
Every one of us is a child of our heavenly Father. His outstretched arms look pretty good too, wide open and waiting for us to leap into His protection and love. As we make a leap of faith towards Him we can be sure and certain that He will always catch us in His loving, everlasting arms.

I drew this silhouette a few weeks ago using a black Sharpie pen. (A bit like a felt pen) . I then scanned it into the computer and altered it a little more just using a simple "paint" programme.