I turn into a baby when I cross paths with spiders, snakes, and mice. I suspect that doesn’t make me unusual. A few months ago another activity had me acting like a four-year-old. My husband and I went zip lining. I will never be the same, and I will never do that activity again. Before I go any further, I’ll pause to pat myself on the back for trying the frightening activity at my age.
I should have known to turn back when the guide had to help me on the ONE practice line that was four feet from the ground. Instead, I found myself on the first platform and noted that we were at the top of mountains looking down at treetops. I begged then to go back, but in a misunderstanding I agreed to zip line tandem to the next platform. It was there that I realized there was no going back. I had several more lines to zip before I returned to real life or died trying. For the next hour I ziplined strapped to the guide and a young girl who was having a blast and tried to comfort me.
At one point I opened my eyes for a split second, and a yellow butterfly flew past me. I took it as a reminder that God will never leave me or forsake me.
The guide was kind, until we were done, then he made sure I knew he had broken the rules by letting me ride tandem. He got the tip he’d earned. I’m sure he was relieved to have me off his back.
Did I mention that on the first platform where I had my misunderstanding, a very young, obviously in-shape young man was also scared and begged to go back. Somehow, there was no misunderstanding between him and the guide, because I soon discovered he was back at the check-in hut. Probably enjoying a Coke and M & Ms. That’s another story. By the way, the smile in the picture was fake.
My mature self and immature self had quite an internal battle during the experience. As much as I wanted to suck it up and get something out of the experience, my aching arms and my fear of falling took over. We all fight internal battles. In my WIP, my protagonist is struggling internally. When she finds herself outside the security of home and family, she is pulled between the life she’s known and life unknown. At her core, she wants what God wants for her, but she struggles to decipher that. Back home, another character has his own struggles when for the first time in his life, his faith feels insufficient.
Where does victory come from in an internal battle? It comes from claiming God’s truths. Ironically, this victory often comes when we stop fighting and settle down, still and quiet before Him.