Time to fly. Spread your wings and fly. I am not just the wind under your wings.

The way is steep and narrow. It leads to mountaintops and valleys deep. Streams of living water flow from the mountains and in the valleys. Springs spring up as you move.

My children, I see your tears. Wipe your tears away, for it is time to rise up! Shake off your grief, your heavy load, and walk upright with Me, for my yoke for you is light, for we are yoked together.

My Church needs leadership from within its flanks. Others must rise up and join the ever-increasing numbers to lead the flock. My flock needs leading. Not all are leaders.

Leave the safe harbours, for they are no longer safe.