go big, then go home

This weekend successfully knocked me right out of my funk. It started with me trying to find enough humility within myself to simply pray and ask God for his help in bringing me out of this. I knew this weekend was going to be a challenge because as much as I love rafting, I didn't have a strong desire to be there. It wasn't until sunday that I was shaken to the core. Almost exactly this time last year, God met me on the Wenatchee river. A good friend of mine is a rafting guide and she invited me to come with her for the weekend. After all of her runs for work we decided to kayak the class 3 rapids. I had never kayaked before, let alone through rapids of any kind. Though I was slightly terrified, I climbed right in that inflatable kayak and paddled as hard as I could. Lo and behold, I made it through (with a few bumps and bruises to show for it, but that was my own fault). It might sound trivial, but God asked me to take a leap of faith and do something out of my comfort zone that even scared me a little and he brought me through. This weekend, I was back on the Wenatchee. Convergence had the annual camping and rafting weekend. My friend asked me to stay and take a second stab at the river on sunday. It ended up that I was in a boat with my guide (a rookie), and a good friend, and that was it. 3 girls in a boat made for 8-10. We stoked ourselves up for the adventure ahead of us and hit the water. I was thrown from the boat twice, and the entire boat flipped once. It was exhausting, terrifying, and exhilarating. The best part: I managed to make it out with my sunglasses. The point is, God once again showed me that he's right there in the waves with me. He doesn't promise an easy ride, that I wont fall out, that I wont be tired at the end. But he promises an adventure. Yesterday, I came home to a letter. I have been accepted to SPU for the fall quarter. The next adventure begins. This dream is becoming a reality.