I once drove on a rocky ledge road into what was probably No Man’s Land—the eastern tip of Prince Edward Island, Canada, very near the lighthouse where the Titanic’s first distress call was received.
The only evidence of people on the bouldered lookout was a sign warning of rock slides and caving cliffs. The view felt wild and unknown, like I was the only person on the planet. I had told no one where I was exactly.
As I peered down at the crashing waves, I realized it was just me and God.
I felt dangerously loved and in awe, as I do at any untouched point in nature. That feeling must be what some people like when they hesitate to fully embrace God’s love for them—completely unknown, steep, perilous territory.
I wondered what would happen if the cliff suddenly gave way. My rental car, the only evidence. It would take days to find me.
I backed away and decided to turn around. The unknown of experiencing God fully makes a person fly back to safety.
This post is Day 10 of 31 Days of Five Minute Free Writes 2016.