Leap

I haven’t posted anything for awhile. The truth is, I haven’t really known what to say; how to follow my last blog. A lot of things seem a little trivial in the aftermath. Real life kind of comes up and kicks you in the face, whether you’re ready for it or not. So, like real life, I’m just going to dive right into some things I’ve been thinking about the past few weeks, things I’ve been pondering.

Jeremy and I have finally started attending a church (BIG deal here, people, but one I won’t go into right now). A few weeks ago, the pastor asked us if we could allow God to put our entire year, 2011, into one word, what would that word be? What would our goal be? What would the sum of all our endeavors come to? This is the word I heard:

Leap.

That’s it. That’s my 2011 word.

Here’s the thing:

I’m not much a leaper.

There are a few cliches surrounding the word “leap”:

Leap of faith.

Leap into action.

Look before you leap.

I’m much better at that last one. Trouble is, I spend so much time looking that the chance to leap passes me by. I’ve never had a problem with that. Like I said, no leaping here.

I told my friend recently that I can’t run or jump because I have weak ankles. We kind of made a joke of it, laughing at me pitching forward, almost falling on my face. It’s so nerdy, having weak ankles. Like I should be on a track trailing after a bunch of cheerleaders, wearing my glasses and a royal blue sweatband.

That’s my image of myself. I can’t leap. I have weak ankles.

But I’m determined. I’m tired of sitting opportunities out. I have a few ideas of the things I’m supposed to be leaping towards. So if, in the next couple of months, you see me doing things that might not seem to make sense in the real world, things that seem a little out of character for me, here’s a head’s up:

I’m not crazy. I’m just leaping.