"Go with us", they said. "It will be fun. It's not hard. You'll be glad you did it." So I paid the money, signed the waiver, and strapped on the harnesses and clips and ropes and caution-light yellow helmet. Then granddaughter gave her short bit of eleven year old advice: "It's all about trust."
Great. Just great. Trust.
The back of my t-shirt is emblazoned boldly with Philippians 4:13: "I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me." Surely Paul the prisoner did not mean zip lining through tree tops at 30 miles an hour. The scripture I carried on my back and in my heart may have been bold, but I was trembling.
What was I thinking.
Up three flights of narrow steps. Take a picture. Stand on the mini platform. Hold the rope here. Yell as loud as you can "Scared silly grandmother zipping." Lift your feet and do all things through Christ's strength.
I hung on to that rope with all the strength I could find in my flabby granny arms, because when you come to the end of your rope, you tie a knot in it and hang on. Then my grip slipped and my double harness and pair of ropes held me. Do it in His strength and not mine for when I am weak He is strong.
It's all about trust.
We zip through life and hang on with our own weak strength going from one shaky platform to another when all we really need to do is lift our feet and relax.
And trust in the Lord with all our hearts and lean not on our own understandings. Proverbs 3:5