The Cliffs Edge

As I sat perched on the edge of the cliff unsure what lay ahead, uncertain if I had the strength to overcome this next hurdle myself I found a friend who would hold me up, support me and be the anchor for my rope.
Slowly I began my decent the top of the cliff not as steep as I learned to trust my anchor. Over and over I conquered small yet significant challenges on my slow yet steady decent.
Peering down toward uncertainty fear began to take root, ahead a drop with no way to see over the edge, I chose to trust. One leg over the outcropping, then the other. Barely a ledge to stand on, barely a place to grasp, but I trusted. Over the side and down.
Suddenly the tension on my anchor rope changed, adjusted. I looked up to see that my friend had turned. Then began to move away. Frantically I searched for support, for safety for something to hold me up, I called out begging for even the smallest word of encouragement, but nothing. My anchor was gone.
Then, the rope crumpled. And slipped below.  And down the precipice.  And out of site. I was alone, hanging on for dear life and scared beyond belief. I looked around, then up, then inward. I found again that my trust for my safety was once again misguided.
Peering along the cliffs edge I searched for something, anything to hold on to, something I could count on to continue this difficult task that was before me. But nothing..
Slowly, carefully I began again my decent, searching blindly for footholds, reaching out for a something to hold. Feeling the emptiness of the rope still ironically attached to my hip.
The process became painful, and scary, and at times I didn’t feel I had the strength to continue. I wanted to just let go and fall, but I knew that wasn’t the answer, I had to keep going.
I am beyond that precipice now, but there are many more ahead. Many challenges and many hardships that I will pass. Will I have the strength to make it? Will I have the confidence and the hope? I know there is only myself and God and though that is a comfort, sometimes I need a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, but the reality is I am alone and alone is how I will face my life.
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