Come Down From the Ledge

I hope you are nothing like me.  I hope that right now as you are reading this - you are comfortably relaxed enjoying a schedule that is manageable and realistic. 
But most likely you are not.  Most likely you are just like me, climbing up a proverbial skyscraper bombarded by chants to scale the tall cement wall while not sure exactly what is even at the top.  What if it is just a ledge?
What if after all that climb, all those skinned knees, and bloody fingers...all you get is just a ledge for which the expectation is just to jump?  What if that is how the world works?  What if you are part of a grand scheme to wear out human beings and get them to a place that they believe they can conquer the largest feats alone?  What if those chants are driven by pride?  What if?  Who will call you down from the ledge?  Will you just jump and be satisfied with a brand name that people will remember?  Or will you beg for someone to call you down?
I am a wuss.  I want a tender, poetic voice to call me down from the ledge and invite me to relax with a cup of coffee and a gluten free treat of sorts.  I also want as I am sitting in the presence of this gentle giant that has pulled me off the ledge to feel this sense of value as if the climbing was not in vain, but truly planned with some purpose much bigger and greater than me.
I believe I am being summoned off the ledge right now.  Asked to grab the neck of a Savior who knows exactly why I climbed so fervently in the first place.  I am saved.  Saved from myself and saved from the world's expectation of me.
My coffee this morning was delicious and the view from the grass is much more precious to me than the view from the ledge.  Next time I will just use the elevator.
"For this God is our God for ever and ever; he will be our guide even to the end." Psalms 48:14