Ever since last summer, our oldest daughter has wanted to go ziplining. While planning our annual June vacation with family in the Tennessee mountains, her younger sister decided that “she was scared, but wanted to try it, too.” (This from two girls whom you have to drag onto a roller coaster.)
So last Wednesday, the two girls and my husband geared up for ziplining. (I loved all thrill rides back in the day, but never had a desire to throw myself into space attached only by a small harness to a thin line suspended over the treetops.)
As we stood on the platform, ready to begin, I could tell that both girls were having second thoughts. The guide assured them that after the first time, they would love it.
I wish I could have been on the other end of the line and seen their faces when they arrived. By all reports, however, they did love it and handled the other five lines just fine, including doing one upside down.
I thought about how it’s that way with life at times. Whether it’s facing a personal fear or taking the plunge into living out a dream, it’s the unknown, the fear of failure that keeps us on the platform.
It’s often the first move that’s the hardest – the stepping off into the unknown, trusting that the harness will hold you.
Yet if God has called us to do something, He will give us the strength to do it.
And once we take that first step, we’ll learn – just like my girls – that the view is so worth it.