Until we looked more carefully at our atlas yesterday, we had no idea our route through Canada would take us so close to Niagara Falls.

As a child, I remember hearing stories about people who tried to make it over the falls in a barrel. Their antics always sounded so careless and crazy to me. Why would anyone take so great a risk?

Yesterday, however, as I stood at the very edge of these mighty flowing waters, a lump formed in my throat. God has been taking me to the edge of my faith for months now…

To the end of myself…

Will I leap or will I shrink back?

Oh, that my doubts be dashed against the rocks below in this freefall of faith.