It was a pitch-black winter night in the mountains—one of those nights where
even the moon seemed to have hidden behind layers of cold clouds. A solo
climber, ambitious and experienced, was on his final ascent. He had trained for
this. He had dreamed of reaching this peak for years. But dreams don’t always
unfold the way we expect.
Just a few feet from the summit, his foot slipped on a patch of hidden ice.
In an instant, he was falling—his body whipped through the frozen air, the
silence shattered only by the rush of wind and the hammering of his heartbeat.
Everything blurred. He couldn't see the ground. He couldn’t feel how far he
had fallen. He only knew one thing: death was near.
And then—snap! The climbing rope tied around his waist jerked
violently. He stopped falling. Dangling mid-air, swaying slightly, he clung to
the rope, suspended in the void.
“Save me,” he whispered, trembling.
Silence.
The words lingered, echoing in his mind. Cut the rope? That rope was the
only thing keeping him alive—wasn’t it?
He tightened his grip. He couldn’t do it. He was too afraid to let go. Too
afraid to fall.
The next morning, the rescue team found him.
A Reflection
We all have our own “ropes”—things we hold onto for security, control, or
comfort. Maybe it’s a job title, a relationship, a fear, or even our own sense
of self-worth tied to external validation. And when life throws us into
darkness, when everything feels uncertain and we pray for guidance, sometimes
the answer isn’t what we expect.
It takes courage to let go. It takes faith to trust that what we can’t see
might just be the solid ground we’re aching for. Sometimes, what feels like the
end is just a breath away from breakthrough.
The next time you find yourself clinging to something out of fear, ask
yourself: Is this saving me? Or is it holding me back from what’s truly
safe, truly right, and truly freeing?
And remember — sometimes, the bravest thing you can do is let go.
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