the third frog

     Here’s a question for you: if three frogs are sitting on a lily pad and one decides to jump off, how many frogs are left? The answer is three -- the third frog hasn’t jumped yet.

     I’m the third frog this morning. I spent some time thinking about one particular thing that weighs me down and makes me anxious. Just thinking about it made my stomach churn. I wasn't ready yet to make the leap from carrying this particular thing myself to letting it go, so I just sat there and enjoyed imagining what life would be like if I did let it go.

     It was fun. The churning went away. I (literally) breathed a sigh of relief. Making the leap is looking more and more inviting. I’ve decided to do it.

“I put _______ into Your hands.” Psalm 31:5