The rope.

Last night i received a vision...there was a rope hanging out over an expanse. It was a very strong and sturdy rope that had been hand-twisted together very carefully with hands of mighty strength; and though it was old, it had lasted for many years - still strong and as sturdy as the first day it was weaved together. Where the rope attached in the sky i could not see and what laid within the expanse below i could not make out...but as i looked closer, i could make out a figure swinging on the rope. B/c of the figure's delicate features, i made out that it was a girl, and i noticed she was sliding down the rope and had stopped when she reached a knot on the rope. At which point, undaunted, began to make the most of her adventure and started swinging. Slowly rocking back and forth...then picking up speed and momentum, she swooped over the expanse with ease - back and forth. A smile started to form on her mouth and then she began to laugh - starting out as an amused chuckle, (i'm not sure whether she was laughing more at herself or the delight in swinging from such a great height) but her amusement soon turned into a roaring laughter with sparatic screams of delight. This went on for quite some time and i was tempted to join her, when suddenly her rock and swing began to slow. Her eyes were averted from the heavens above her and a deep and grave glaze swept over her eyes. Her lips, that moments ago had brought forth such sweet delightful sounds of enjoyment, now were closed - pressed together. Her eyes fixed a gaze on the expanse below. her eyes seeking, searching, looking...and her brow furrowed...and slowly...as if someone had grabbed the remote and was now controlling the speed of time, one lone tear rolled out of her eye. down her cheek. rested a moment on her jaw before plummeting into the expanse below. As i watched the tear fall, i was suddenly swept away onto the tear and was riding down through the expanse with that small drop of water. At first we just passed seemingly endless expanses of what reminded me of steamy fog. And as we went, we picked up speed. Then we started passing dark shadows...as i looked hard, i made out faces - face after face...then their eyes became more and more real and distinct. and i saw Pain. Loneliness. Depression. Addiction. Judgement. Sadness. Defiance. Longing. Friendless. Hopeless. Abandoned. Heartless. Wickedness. Anger. Deep Sadness. Hurt. ...And my heart was wrenched.
And i started to wonder why this girl had started at the top of the rope? and how do people come up from this expanse. How do they even know that there is a rope to swing on if someone does not tell them...they are consumed in this steam and fog that the view is blocked. They cannot see unseen things unless someone guides them to the top. Oh that they would see what fun lies just beyond...
As i pondered these things, suddenly i was before the girl again. She was swinging once more. Her hold on the rope was steadfast. But this time, she sang out in song that echoed over the expanse. The song resonated deep within my heart. It was the call to join her. To leave the smokey haze and come to the surface where the air is clear and crisp...a call to come. To join. To fellowship. To sweet relationship.
As i looked closer...and with astonishment, i recognized that girl to be me...

Oh that the Lord would soften my hear to the hurting of this world and that i would be bold to call out to those in need. Would God use me as a light to this nation? Would i be used as a tool for His good purpose of glorifying His name? Would i be able to lead by example? In my weakness, will i be able to hold onto the rope?
...Here I am...