We arrived - were fed dinner, (even though that wasn't part of the deal), and then we proceeded to watch the hardest torrential downpour fall from the sky. Of course this would happen. I couldn't decide if I was relieved that I wouldn't have to face my fears or extremely frustrated because I just wanted to get it over with.
June turned to July and my OCD-self was concerned that I hadn't really had an adventure in June.
However, something completely unexpected happened in June when my pastor approached me to take over my dad's position as worship leader. Talk about adventure. Talk about fear. I said yes because I know that God is calling me. I know that He is so good at helping turn my fear into faith.
And that's what happened this past Sunday when Linda and I finally (after weeks of rain) got to experience ziplining for the first time. I swallowed my fear and stepped off that first platform thinking "Only 9 more to go and I can be done." What I realized as I experienced soaring through the air and looking at the incredible beauty of the Wilds was that God is faithful. He turns fear into faith when we give it to Him. He ordains situations and people and experiences that we could never have dreamed of.
After weeks of waiting to zipline, and crumbling under that anxiety, it turns out that one of our guides was a good friend of my brothers. Both our guides were funny and put us at ease. The other folks zipping with us were fun and adventurous. Everything was perfect. The weather. The company. The entire experience. Because I faced my fear, I have a new hobby. I. love. ziplining!
As I was soaring through that first zip, my entire attitude changed, and I thought "What, I only have 9 more zips to go? Boo!"
Our Ziplining Team
