While some people lounged around their homes on Saturday afternoon or enjoyed a quaint lunch with old friends, you want to know what I was doing? Zip lining.
With temperatures below freezing and pitiless wind blazing through my body, I first scaled a 50-foot high wall of rope with the high-energy, super-sweet Erin from Home with the Boys (and also co-founder of the MOB Society). Fortunately, she’s an exercise nut and scaled the wall like a champ; and me being the competitive person that I am, saw no option but to keep up with her.
We ended up on that first landing you see below. It seemed innocent enough from the ground until we realized it rocked violently (at least that’s how it seemed to me) every time someone jumped off onto the zip line. I hung on the safety rope for dear life wondering what foolishness I’d gotten myself into. I saw no easy way down or else I might have chickened out and hightailed it back to the comfort of my room.
My stomach began doing somersaults like a Texas cheerleader under Friday night lights as I realized Erin was the only person in front of me for the zip line. As she jumped off, I tried as hard as I could to wish her back. The guide obviously didn’t see the panic on my face because she began shouting directions my way. Step this way. Pull this. Sit down on the edge of the platform. I wanted to tell her this was all a mistake, but fear wired my mouth shut and moved me along like a naive sheep to slaughter.
I began calculating the odds the zip line would snap free after I jumped, leaving me to plummet to the ground.
The guide directed me to ask the landing team if they were ready. I thought, Forget the landing team. How about asking me if I’m ready, because I’m not, lady. After they said yes (much too enthusiastically, if you ask me), the guide then told me I was free to scoot or jump off the platform whenever I was ready. It took me a minute, but I finally did it…I jumped.
I jumped right off that platform, eyes closed, trusting my life to a wire that wasn’t any wider than my arm.
For what seemed like an eternity, I felt like I was freefalling to the ground, but the rope pulled taut and I began to whiz right across that zip line. Once I realized I wasn’t about to die, I opened my eyes and smiled. Laughed even. It was pretty cool and over way too soon.
Launching this blog was a bit like my zip lining experience. Exhilarating and frightening all at once. I often wondered what foolishness I’d gotten myself into.
So, I have to ask–What scary, exciting things have you been wanting to do mamas? Are you sitting on the platform looking out at your dreams, trying to muster up the courage to jump?
I say, ignore those fears clamoring for your attention. Let your faith transform you. You might not be ready, but your landing team is. God’s standing by waiting for you to take that leap of faith.
Don’t miss out on the fun and excitement.
You got this!