The Truth of My Victory (Part 4)

When I was about to turn 16, my youth group organized a trip to West Virginia to help people who were in need.  When I signed up to go, so many thoughts raced through my head.  As much as I loved my youth group, I would be away from my family, in another state, for a whole week, in the blazing heat.  I also had to train for a weekend in Pennsylvania in order to prepare for the trip, where we would have to climb rock walls and do team-building exercises.  Although I already signed up for the trip, I thought about giving up and telling them that I could not make it.  However, I felt deeply that God wanted me to go, so I made the decision to go no matter what the cost.

One by one, God took away my fears.  On the training weekend, we had a great time.  I knew almost everyone on my team, and they helped me to get over my fears.  Through the exercises we did together, I learned that God was calling me to let go.  I learned it from climbing the rock wall.  I was afraid of heights, and I was only planning on going up halfway. People around me were calling me, encouraging me to keep going.  I would not look down, but I listened to what my teammates said below me.  Finally, I reached the top.  I heard applause, even from members from other teams.  Unlike what I feared, no one made fun of me for being such a wimp. Instead, all I heard was encouragement.  I looked around at what I had accomplished, knowing that I could not do it without the support of my friends and the strength of God.

The staff person who was holding me called up to me: “Good job.  Now I need you to let go of the wall so that you can come down.”  I thought about her request as I stared down at the bottom.  What if she lets me fall?  My team members cheered me on again.  I held on to the rope, closed my eyes, and pushed my legs off of the wall.

For a few seconds, I suspended in the air.  The feeling of not having to be in control, to let my life in someone else’s hands, gave me a sense of peace.  For the first time, I did not have to be responsible for anyone, not even my own life.  For the first time, God gave me a picture of what it means to trust him.  It feels scary at first, but when I finally let go, my life is in the hands of God.  When I leave my burdens in God’s hands, I am free to live without fear or anxiety.  And this was only the beginning.

By writingfree1

My dream is to help people develop a contentment and excitement in everyday life through my blogging and novel writing. I will be using my own day-to-day experiences to bring hope to my readers.

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