I’m afraid of being this high, remember? I can’t be up here by myself. I frantically look around me, and Fear whispers in my ear, “God isn’t up here with you, Mama. Maybe God isn’t really good. Do you see how high He brought you? It’s a loooong way back down. If He really knew you, He wouldn’t have made you climb this high or have given you this much. He doesn’t truly love you like His word says He does.”