“Come on out to the edge of the platform.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I can’t do this; it is too high!” My voice was shaking.
He gently tried to reason with me, but my ability for rational thinking gave way to tears. I was terrified. No one told me volunteering as a chaperone was going to include jumping way outside of my comfort zone. Sure, I had stepped outside of my comfort zone before, but on my terms, no one elses….. until now. There was no turning back and climbing down the 50 foot tree was not an option. The only way down was to jump.
“Trust the equipment,” the facilitator said, as he reminded me of all the others who had gone before me, and all had done so safely. I could feel my heart pumping, my pulse was racing, and I couldn’t breathe. I hadn’t signed up for this!
Again he summoned, “Come on out to the edge; I’m right here with you.”
I took a couple of deep breaths and slowly scooted my feet closer to the edge. Looking down made me weak in the knees.
“I’m going to fall,” I squealed as my voice trembled.
Calmly and patiently he continued to encourage me. “I want you to imagine that you are going to fly. It will be amazing. Now count to three and just step off. I will be right here, hanging onto you,” he promised.
“Ok, but you might have to push me!”
Time stood still as I tried to muster the courage to begin counting. Once I started, there would be no stopping.
Uncontrollable screams echoed through the woods as my body was suddenly weightless and I was at the mercy of the equipment, 50 feet in the air. For a split second, my stomach was in my throat, and then I felt the jerk of the slack being eliminated. My free fall quickly became a sensation I can still bring to memory. I was flying! Through the opening in the trees, 50 feet above the ground, I was flying. Uninhibited laughter quickly replaced the screams of terror. It was exhilarating, and all I could do was let go, swing my arms out like a bird and enjoy this moment of shear delight and freedom. The overwhelming adrenaline rush was incredible, and the elation I felt would stay with me for years to come. I did it! I had stepped out onto the edge, broke through my intense fear, and for a moment, I flew, my spirit soaring to new and unfamiliar heights. The experience was incredibly scary and immensely awesome all at the same time.
Now, some twenty years later, I am no longer the student, but the facilitator. I am the person gently coaxing, “Come on out to the edge; it’s ok. I will be right here with you the whole time.” I am the reassuring voice saying, “Trust the equipment, and imagine that you are flying.”
I love helping people master their fear and accomplish more than they think possible. I thrive on that moment between terror and joy, when fearful expressions turn to delightful, childlike smiles and giggles, as the human spirit learns to soar to new heights. I love pushing people outside of their comfort zones.
” Come to the edge.” Do you sense God calling you outside of your comfort zone once again? He never lets me stay there long. I have felt the nudging intensifying for quite some time. Yet, in all of my experience, I still hesitate. I plant my feet firmly, and just like so many years ago, doubts flood my mind once again.
“I can’t do this.
“I will be your strength.”
” It’s too hard.”
” Do not be afraid, surely I will help you.”
“What if I fail?”
“Trust in Me, not in your own understanding.”
“I can’t do this on my own.”
“I will never leave you.”
My journey in life has taken me too far. Turning back is not an option. I remember the lyrics of a song God has so often sung to my heart…., “Come with me, I want to take you to the other side of forever. Take my hand; I want to run with you through heaven’s fields of gold.”
Slowly, I am stepping to the edge, yearning for that moment between terror and joy, when fear is transformed into shear delight. I see myself stretching out my arms in total abandon as my spirit takes flight. “I want you to imagine you will fly. It will be amazing. Now count to three and jump off,” I can hear Him saying. “I will be right here with you.”
“Ok………please……………. push me God……I want to fly!
- God calls us constantly to step to the edge of our fear. What is he calling you to trust Him in?
- What messages continue to replay in your mind, hindering you from getting to the edge?
- Reframe thoughts with the reassurances of God’s word. Let the truth of them soak into your mind and heart.
- Identify actions necessary to take the steps needed to make your way to the edge.
- Develop a timeline to get you to the edge, and record a visual checklist.
- Find an accountability partner to help you stay focused and share the journey with you.
- Pray for God to strengthen you in your weakness.
- Commit to stepping…….don’t look down………count to three……..let Him push you……and fly!