This morning, I woke up with a heart full of awe and a vivid dream still lingering in my spirit. It was one of those dreams that feels more like a message—a holy encounter wrapped in wonder.
In the dream, I stood on top of a towering mountain, the air crisp and electric with possibility. Beside me was a man—strong, calm, and confident. He was a parachuter, or so I thought. We walked together toward the very edge of the cliff, where the earth gave way to a breathtaking abyss. Below us stretched a vast canyon, etched with layers of red, gold, and amber, carved by time and the breath of God. Rivers shimmered like silver ribbons, winding through deep crevices. The sun was rising, casting golden light across the canyon walls, illuminating every hidden cleft and forgotten trail.
Then, he looked at me with a smile and asked, “Okay, are you ready?”
I hesitated, scanning the panoramic beauty around me. “Um…where’s my parachute?” I asked, nervous laughter in my throat.
He chuckled kindly, eyes gleaming with peace. “Oh sweetie, this isn’t parachuting…this is flying. Don’t worry—it’s taken care of.”
I stared at the cliff’s edge, heart pounding, remembering every word he had said. I knew this was something God was calling me to do—but still, jumping without a parachute? It terrified me.
The man leaned in and gently guided me. “Remember to keep looking UP. Don’t watch your feet—they already know where the edge is. They’ll jump at the right time. Your job is to keep your eyes on the horizon and enjoy the ride.”
He told me to take three deep breaths.
One…
Two…
Three…
On the third, I ran. Legs pumping, heart racing, wind brushing my face—I fixed my eyes on the horizon and leapt into the open sky.
I don’t know what I expected… maybe that God would catch me like so many songs say—"He’ll catch you when you fall.” But He didn’t.
I fell. Fast.
The canyon walls zoomed past me as I plunged downward, and panic began to rise. The ground was rushing toward me with terrifying speed.
Then, I heard it.
“LOOK UP! LOOK UP!”
The words echoed like thunder through the canyon.
I lifted my eyes.
The moment I did, a mighty wave of wind swept beneath me—an invisible hand lifting me higher, higher, higher than I ever imagined. I soared above the cliffs and canyon walls, far above the very mountain I had just jumped from. The view was breathtaking. Endless. Sacred. I saw the hidden places—the winding riverbeds, secret trails, and majestic crevices carved by God’s own design. The colors danced—burnt orange, deep violet, emerald green, sapphire blue—each one alive with purpose.
And I was flying.
Not falling.
Not failing.
Flying.
I believe someone else needs to hear this today: Commit your work to the Lord. He will establish your plans. Let the Lord direct your steps. He has ordained them. The cliff might feel terrifying, and the sky might seem empty—but Heaven is ready. The wind will come. The air will catch you. The vision is bigger than you know.
Take a running leap. Keep your eyes on the horizon. And fly.
—Nathalie Benson, Prophet, Author, Founder of Recreating Life, www.TheOrderofWidows.comVisit the FTPN home page.
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