While I'm enjoying a week of reconnecting with friends and family, please enjoy this repost from my previous blog lizology101.
As a young mom I lived in a small town where my job choices were limited. I had no degree, was afraid to work on the factory line, and desperately needed health insurance for my one-year-old.
I applied three times at a bank for three different positions. I made numerous phone calls, endured repeated interviews, and bombed the first two typing tests. When she finally offered me a job at the bank, the HR manager said, "I'm only hiring you because you were so persistent, I knew you really wanted it."
"[People] always ought to pray and not lose heart . . . Shall not God avenge his own elect who cry out day and night to him?" (Luke 18:1, 7).
I believe God sometimes delays his answer to our prayers to test how much we really want our request to be fulfilled. When we keep returning, keep calling, keep trying; God sees we are committed to our purpose. When we persist in bringing our prayers to God, he knows we are relying on him to give us what we need.
What are you praying for today? How have you been persistent in asking for what you need?
"I can't do it!"
I scrambled onto the platform and wrapped a tight bear hug around the nearest upright post.
"I want to get down now!"
But behind me two women in harnesses and helmets were already clipped into the safety lines and moving my direction.
"There is nowhere to go but forward," the kid on the platform told me, and I knew he was right. Looking around, I could see no secret stairway to the bottom, no easy elevator ride to the wood chips below.
There is nowhere to go but forward.
I slowly put my left foot onto the tightrope. My left knee wobbled while I lowered my right foot to the wire. I felt that at any second both knees would buckle and send me pitching off the line to dangle helpless and unconscious from my harness.
My friends called to me from the ground far below, "You can do it! Just keep moving!"
I couldn't look down. I kept my eyes up and focused on where I needed to plant the next handhold. I proceeded slowly, and eventually established a certain, shuffling rhythm of placing my hands and moving my feet.
Grip left hand. Grip right hand. Slide left foot. Slide right foot.
Inch by inch I worked my way across the wire to the next platform. I still had three more platforms to go, then the big step and sheer drop toward the crowd of cheering bystanders below.
Inch by sickening inch, I crossed that ropes course.
I often feel I shuffle through life the same way. Trembling and uncertain, fearful that any misstep will cause my complete collapse and tumble into helplessness. But I keep moving forward because backward is never an option.
There is nowhere to go but forward.
The rhythm that worked to get me across the ropes course helps me move through life also.
Keep looking ahead. Looking down or backwards only causes overwhelming vertigo. Keep your eyes focused on where your next move needs to be.
Take small steps. Multiple small steps combine to cover great distances. Keep moving, even inches at a time, and eventually you will get where you need to go.
Cheer someone else. Everyone needs to hear that our friends want us to succeed. Encourage others and let them know you believe in their abilities.
At the final platform, I was clipped onto a belay line and told to jump -- just jump -- and trust the rope to lower me safely to the ground. In the end, we're all told to step -- just step -- and trust that God will deliver us to where we feel safe again.
That final leap was a jarring lurch forward and then a jolting, clumsy free-fall toward the ground. The harness left bruises, but I arrived safely and joined the cheerleaders applauding the next woman in line to jump.
What obstacle course are you inching through today? How are you staying focused while you slide your feet along the wire?
While I'm enjoying a week away with other YoungLives campers, enjoy this repost from my previous blog lizology101.
We waited for an hour, standing barefoot on hot sand, sunscreened against the July glare. When our turn finally came, we stepped into heavy wet harnesses, tightened the waist straps, loosened the thighs.
Then we walked to the other side of the lake, barefoot over grass and gravel, carrying the double-webbed straps with heavy cable clips slung over our shoulders. When we reached the zipline tower, we climbed uncountable steps, up and up and up -- to the top, where we were greeted by a teenaged kid wearing a harness clipped into a spider web of safety lines.
He clipped our harnesses into the web, and again we waited, eye-level with the tree tops. The tower swayed gently in the breeze, just enough to be slightly nauseating. Then came the awareness that we really planned to jump off from here.
"Stand on the box," the kid told us.
We stepped to the edge of the wooden platform, toes hanging off into air. The kid attached our clips to the zipline. He unhooked our safety straps from the web. We stood unsteadily on the edge.
"I can't do it!" my companion called.
"There's nowhere to go but down!" I answered.
I counted, "One, two, three, jump!" but neither of us moved.
I leaned back against the line to put tension in the harness, counted to three again, and lifted my feet.
"Where can I go from your Spirit? Or where can I flee from your presence? . . . If I take the wings of the morning, and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, Even there your hand shall lead me, And your right hand shall hold me" (Psalm 139:7,9-10).
God always knows where we are, and he is always with us. Nowhere we go can escape the reach of his protection and love.
Sometimes we wait, wondering, for days or months or years for God's call to jump. Sometimes the call comes as a gentle nudge, sometimes a hard shove. At some time God calls each of us to take a big step. Then we have to trust in him and ride the line wherever it goes.
The zipline was a few screaming seconds before splashdown in the cold lake. Kicking, splashing, spitting water, I looked around for my companion.
I heard her beside me laughing, "Let's do it again!"
I pray you have faith to jump eagerly and often. What step is God calling you to take today?
Someone I love very much has accused me of saying "Whatever" too much.
"You wouldn't use that in your writing," he said.
Actually, I thought. Maybe I will.
Whatever emotions you are feeling today are important. Emotions are the barometers of our souls. Listen to your feelings, respect their message, and honor the truths they tell.
Whatever lessons you are learning today are necessary. Failures are only course corrections to redirect our journeys. Decide to learn from what goes wrong and choose a way to make it right.
Whatever gifts you receive today are worth opening. Blessings often arrive in disguised packages. Appreciate and give thanks for every experience that comes your way.
Whatever you seek is available.
Whatever God shows you has meaning.
Whatever place he leads you has purpose.
Whatever challenge you face will help you move forward.
Today may you find whatever it is you ask and seek. Know that whatever your prayer, God hears every word.
And to my Loved One: Remember you are loved, whatever you say.
What is God saying to you today? Where is he calling and leading you?
I bought a new duffle bag to pack for this summer's trip. Stacked on my spare bed are the piles of clothes and bags of toiletries I plan to take for seven days at the campground in Michigan.
Among the items I consider necessary for seven days away from home:
*Two beach towels
*Two pairs of flip-flops, one for the beach and one for the shower
*Two pairs of sunglasses, or maybe I need to take all three
*Tennies because I hope to tackle the high-ropes obstacle course this year
*A good book to read on the almost-14-hour bus ride. This year I am taking Room by Emma Donoghue.
*GinGins ginger candy because I tend to get car sick when I read on the bus
*Pepto Bismol in case the GinGins aren't enough
*Snack bars and string cheese, because if I don't get car sick on the way, I will definitely get hungry.
I will be making this year's journey to camp with 11 teen moms from our YoungLives group, their children, and five other mentors. We will spend seven days together swimming, ziplining, dancing, singing, and praying.
I will be packing other necessities to help make camp a fantastic week.
*A sense of adventure to try new things like the ropes course and paddle boarding
*A sense of humor to laugh at myself when I fall off the paddle board. Hopefully I won't fall from the ropes course.
*An open mind to get to know new people, accept new assignments, and develop a new attitude
*An open heart filled with forgiveness, abundant patience, and positive energy
*The belief we are making this journey together to share an awesome experience and build caring relationships
*The knowledge this week will be wonderful, no matter what happens!
I'm also leaving space in my new duffle bag to bring back fun memories, renewed confidence, stronger friendships, deeper faith, and hopefully all three pairs of sunglasses.
Where are your adventures taking you this summer? What will you pack to prepare for your travels?