He pushes. He pulls. He stretches. He grows. He challenges.
He takes me to the point where I think I will break. Or may even I do break, but just enough to where His work can fully be seen.
He proves His authority and sovereignty over my life time and time again.
The more I see it, the more I trust. That pulling and pushing and stretching is a good thing. I even start to lean into a bit because I know He knows my limits far better than I do. Though its scary and I get that feeling in my heart and belly like I am free falling, I press into Him closer. Closer to the edge.
I know He’s got me.
He will not fail me. He will not let me drop. He is faithful. His promises over my life reign true.
He is more than enough for me and knows when to push me “just enough”.
For that I am thankful.