Courageous faith is faith that dares to make the upward climb EL

Wednesday’s Word

As we approached the hill, I looked up and froze in fear thinking: There is no freaking way we can make it up that hill!
Thanks for joining me for Coffee Hour with Chicklit Power and Wednesday’s Word with Trench Classes United. Come on in for an experience that turned out to be one of my most rewarding and most fun adventures of my life.
Brian, the driver of the Razor we were in, didn’t seem to be phased. In fact, quite the opposite proved to be true about him that entire four-day weekend. He paused only for a few seconds to analyze the hill and then, before I could scream PLEASE  DON’T, he pushed the petal to the metal and off we went. He and the Razor attacked that hill with a gusto that held absolutely no fear, the engine boosting confidence backed with all of Brian’s past experiences of the hills of Ocotillo Wells.
To say I was white-knuckling it is an understatement. I kept my eyes closed as this amazing hill-climbing, rock-climbing, fearless vehicle, and driver, powered up this half-mile hill as if it were a spider on a leisurely walk, stretching its legs with the upmost of pleasure…that is until I felt us coming to the very tip of the hill and I dared to open them.
What I saw made me gasp in immediate shock. I had to close them again…immediately as I could not see, or feel for that matter, any solid ground once we crested the top of the hill. The only way I can think to describe it is being in/on a roller-coaster suspended in midair with only gravity holding you. It was such a frightening and Adrenalin rush all at the same time!
All of a sudden I heard him say, “Oh, shoot,” and I felt the sharp right turn he made. He pulled to the edge of the hill we had just climbed and we all got out. We walked toward the crest where he had made that sharp hill and immediately realized that had he not made that right, we would have gone off what turned out to be a cliff, about 40 feet down!
We immediately warned our friends who were beginning to make the climb, flagging them to make a sharp right turn immediately at the top, which they did and we all gathered on that hill in victory.
As I reflect back on this most exhilarating and exciting weekend filled with many more moments like this, I can’t help but equate it to the journey of life: Life is often an upward climb but how we attack it, stick to the course and practice our faith determines our outcome, our victory to prepare us for the next climb.
And in those moments of celebration and victory, we rejoice. But when we make a wrong turn, yes, there’s pain and suffering, but lessons to be learned that will take us to the next mountain, climbing it with more strength, wisdom and confidence in The One who carries us to the top until we reach the last mountain and land…beautifully and safely in our Father’s arms.
Yes, we can do ALL things, climb all those mountains, through Christ who strengthens us! Phil 4:13
Thoughtfully,
Kim-Evinda