Though I would NEVER attempt skydiving due to my fear of heights (the experience would be wasted on me anyway), I do wonder how is it like to free fall. I wonder how does it feel to be totally weightless, yet diving down in high speed with all the preparation in the world, and then none.
Life works that way too sometimes. Sometimes it does feel like I'm free-falling through life without knowing what is ahead. I'm prepared, and I'm totally unprepared.
In skydiving you need to know how and when to pull your chutes. In life, it's the same I suppose. Or do I keep free-falling and wait for His arms to catch me? Will it be too late? Or did He give me two chutes to pull with instructions of how and when to pull?
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