Leap?

So close and yet so far.

Thirty feet up, with only another step to go. And then a leap of faith to a nearby trapeze swing.

I froze.

The pole was swaying in the breeze, I could feel cramp start to shoot into my right leg as my body tried to talk me out of this highly dangerous activity.

I hate failing and the fact that I could not reach the summit of this high ropes challenge. I was afraid to fail. Afraid to fall.

Not once did I test the rope that would have taken my weight had I dared to step out. I gave no thought to the fact that if I did fall, someone would ensure I was supported. I couldn't do it in my own ability, and gave up.

I'm supposed to be a person of faith.

At the top of that pole, I realised that I'm still well short of being able to step out in faith and take the risk.

The fear of humiliation and failure still features too closely at the front of my mind.

I wonder how life would be different if I had the courage to take more leaps of faith.