It's my own fault for assuming I could conquer the difficult sport of skiing. Bless the guys' hearts, they were really patient with me and didn't get frustrated once whenever I would get my skis on and then somehow be looking up from them on the ground. It was fine because the sensation of falling onto the hard ground was surprisingly more welcome for me than skiing down the "infant" hill, as J.B. and Matt called it.
Bottom line: I honestly hated the feeling of not being in control of where I was going or how fast I would get there. So as Matt kept telling me to trust my legs, I kept thinking in my head that it wasn't my legs I didn't trust, but rather the whole 'wooden plank' attached to it that I wasn't too jazzed about.
The feeling of flying down the hill figuratively is sometimes even worse than flying down it literally. Right now, I am free-falling down the hill of my life and somehow the hill just doesn't seem to end anytime soon. I hate that feeling.
But isn't that what faith is? Being certain that when (the question is not IF, but rather WHEN) I fall, I will find a soft place to land. My desire is to always trust the God who is not safe, but has a soft landing spot for me in His heart.
"Faith never knows where it is being led, but it loves and knows the One who is leading."
-- Oswald Chambers.
2 comments:
Never enjoyed snow skiing--except for the part where I was on the inside of the lodge drinking hot chocolate... always thought it was the "cold" issue I wasn't fond of, now I realize it probably was a "control" issue. Great insight, Laur--love ya!
Good stuff I can relate with Lauren. I have relocated to Mansfield Ohio and have a weekly commute. While it is not the conventional journey most of us might be more comfortable with, I choose to trust the heart of the One who brought me to Real Life Community Church.
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