Have you ever had a “hanging on the cliff” experience, not literally, but figuratively? If you haven’t, you probably will and will probably face them on more occasions than you care to admit. Sometimes these experiences can be debilitating because we run into problems that seem unsolvable, problems you did not create. It is during those times when we feel like we are dangling by one hand off of a cliff and no one is around to grab you by the arms and hoist you up.
Recently, I had an epiphany I have experienced before. During my cliff-hanging, dark valley days, I survived because I had to up the anty of my faith, the substance of things hoped for. It’s not easy dealing with circumstances you have no control over, yet you panic and keep trying to solve the problem anyway. Gradually, I drove through my fears with conviction because I felt I ran out of options. It is then that I finally realized I was not just hanging off of a cliff, I was actually strengthening my spiritual core because I was more focused on the climb, one step at a time.
It Happened on My Cliff of Fear
My world began spinning in acute chaos
overwhelmed by the fear of falling and failing
I was hanging on, slipping into the arms of death
from a cliff, too afraid to look down in fear
in my dangling, gripping the jagged edges
cut, bruised, weak but miraculously not broken
I realized in my struggle to poise my footsteps
cliffs can either be intimidating or inviting
casting my eyes above, reaching upward for support
I cried out to God to help me in my hopelessness
I will not succumb to the rubbish of anxiousness
clenching audacity to defy the valley of suffering
no longer frantic or paralyzed by the pit of agony
I used a divine strength I didn’t realize I had
at such a time as this, I surrendered to courage
the Solid Rock pulled me upon which I now stand.
© Kym Gordon Moore