My GPS had failed me, mainly because I was too cheap to update the maps. I drove over a very narrow and unlit bridge and came to a halt…who thought putting a spillway in the middle of the road was a good idea? It looked like about a foot of water pouring into the lake…and amazingly like the nightmares that I’ve had my whole life; driving onto a bridge with no rails covered with water and being slowly swept under. I could grasp the physics, the power of inertia, the relatively short span. I considered calling my husband to come get me, but thankfully I had no cell phone service.
“God, I’m not ready to deal with this fear right now”, I told him hopefully. Odd, because I think you are…exactly ready, in fact…unless you feel that you’re ready to deal with the fear of backing across a narrow bridge with no visibility knowing how badly you drive in reverse instead. “Well, if you put it THAT way…” I prayed for safety and floored it, thanking God that I listened to the inertia part during junior year.
“Awesome!” my ten-year-old cheered excitedly–probably because of the speed more than anything. I thought about how great her attitude is–just jumping into everything with no fear, trusting that her dad and I will protect her, will keep her safe. Never even stopping to doubt that protection. I want that kind of trust in God: The willingness to jump in with no fear, to believe God when He says, You are exactly ready. Never even stopping to doubt that protection.
Redeeming Brokenness 