I Want Off This Ride

“He has said, “I will never under any circumstances desert you nor give you up nor leave you without support, nor will I in any degree leave you helpless, nor will I forsake or let you down or relax My hold on you – assuredly not!” — Hebrews 13:5 (AMP)

Two years ago this coming May I went skydiving for the first time. A friend had shared a video and some pictures on Facebook from her skydiving adventure and it looked fun to me. It looked like an adventure I wanted to take. So I did.

I signed up to go and asked a few friends if they’d like to join me. Most adamantly refused, but one friend who had done it before said she would go with me, not to jump, but to be my support. There were a few false starts due to weather, but finally, the day before Mother’s Day, I got to do my jump. And my friend, Natalie, got to be in the co-pilot seat as I did. It was great to have her there, willing to listen as I went on and on afterward about all I had experienced. 

I wasn’t nervous when we got there, or while waiting — though I was rather nervous for a bit after reading through the 7-page waiver I had to sign which detailed all the things that could go wrong and my “agreement” to never ever sue them if they should. I’d already paid my money at that point, and thus committed myself to this adventure. So, nerves-jangling, I signed the waiver and headed to the hangar to meet my instructor. 

I was given a jump suit of sorts to get into, and as our time got closer, my tandem instructor, Mike, had me get into a harness, which he tightened. Then we got into to the perfectly good plane we were to jump out of, along with a group of others, and the plane took off.

As we flew higher in the sky, I began to get a little nervous; it was quite high and things on the ground looked very small. As we got close to our jumping altitude of 15,000 feet, Mike began tightening my harness even more; to the point that I thought it might cut me in half.

Too soon it was our turn to jump out. I’d like to say I jumped with confidence and excitement, but that would be a huge lie. There was a group of skydivers that went out first, all in a big ball, tumbling out and over the edge of the plane. I stared after them thinking, “oh, crap! This is real. And this is crazy!” Fear kicked in and I could not move. Thankfully, I was completely tethered to Mike at that point, and he moved us forward and out the door before I could really process what was happening.

I closed my eyes almost immediately, so I missed seeing the belly of the plane as we did a flip onto our back and then back onto our stomachs. I opened my eyes to open sky all around, and the ground very very far away.

I was overwhelmed. Completely overwhelmed.

Overwhelmed with what, exactly, I can’t say. There was a taste of terror in that overpowering feeling, and a little taste of exhilaration. And perhaps many other emotions as well. I’m just not sure. All I know is that I was completely overwhelmed by emotions, and, in that moment, I so very much wanted off that ride. Except, there was no “off”. This…thing I was doing at that moment was the “off”. It was as “off the ride” as a person could get.

There was nothing to do but hang on, breathe, and trust that Mike, whom I could no longer see because he was strapped to my back, knew what he was doing, and would take care of me in the event that something went wrong. 

We were in free-fall for what seemed like eternity, but in reality was probably only a minute or two at the most. The crazy thing about free-fall is it doesn’t feel like you’re falling at all. It feels more like flying. The ground doesn’t seem to be getting closer but the wind is screaming past you to the point it’s hard to hear, or move. Nothing about what you are experiencing is normal, so the brain goes into overdrive trying to process it all and figure out what to do next. At least that was my experience. 

Then came the magical moment I will remember all my life. The parachute deployed.

I didn’t see it deploy; rather, I felt it. There was a sudden jerked upwards, as if some giant had grabbed hold of us and yanked us back up higher in the sky. But it wasn’t so much the jerk that got my attention as much as it was the feel of the harness holding me fast. It was tight against my body, like a mother clutching a trembling child against her after both had a good scare. It was strong and solid.

I felt secure for the first time since we were in the plane and I saw how high we were. And I continued to feel secure in that harness the rest of the way down. All the tugging and pulling Mike had done, all his telling me to suck in my stomach and pull every muscle in tight, had gotten that harness so snug around me that even thousands of feet in the air, it solidly held me close to him – and gave me the sense that I was anchored to someone else; someone who was very experienced in what to do next.

Now, that harness had been as securely fastened to me when we first jumped out of the plane as it was when the parachute deployed. And it was just as securely fastened throughout our free-fall. Yet I don’t remember ever noticing or feeling it. All I remember is feeling utterly overwhelmed and desperately wanting off the ride. It was only when the parachute opened and the harness pulled tight that I realized I was securely held.

As we drifted down to the ground under the sweet canopy of the parachute, I remember God whispering to me that this is how securely anchored I am to Him at all times, even though I don’t feel it or realize it. I am securely tethered to God through Jesus. And while my tandem skydiving instructor might make a mistake, or have a problem with equipment that even with his decades of experience he cannot overcome, God will never make a mistake. And He never encounters a problem He cannot overcome.

I’ve thought often of that moment nearly two years ago when the harness pulled tight. I’ve tried to imagine feeling that security again. Particularly in recent weeks. But it’s hard to feel secure during free-fall. You have to just trust that you are secure. You have to choose to trust the tethers you can’t feel and the Person you can’t see.

Tonight, as I listened to the news that my home state of California is now on complete lockdown as a means to arrest the spread of this virus, I was overwhelmed once again. There is a strong taste of terror mixed with dread and anxiety. I’m afraid for my family and friends still living there, some of whom are squarely in the high-risk categories. I’m fearful for their health and their jobs. 

As I got ready for bed all I could think of was “I want off this ride. I want OFF this ride!” I want to turn the channel on this disaster movie and watch something else. I want a romantic comedy, where the worst things that happen are frustrating road trips, chance meetings with annoying guys, and falling in love with said annoying but lovable guy. I want When Harry Met Sally. I don’t want Contagion. 

Events are screaming past us so fast right now, like the wind rushing by during free-fall. It’s hard to hear anything else but the latest news, or our shouting fears. It’s especially difficult to hear the voice of God. And it’s hard to know what to do, and who to believe. Nothing about what we are experiencing is normal. There’s no precedent to follow; no manual that tells us what move to make next. We are in free-fall and none of us knows how to pull the parachute cord. 

I’m in a free-fall of my own too. Terror is screaming at me all the time, reminding me of my jobless state, of my alone-ness and loneliness, barraging me with images of being a bag lady under a bridge, forgotten and alone. With each new day – sometimes each new hour – there is more bad news; more layoffs, more “guidelines”, more locking down of society. Dread is weighing down my soul and anxiety is eating my lunch. 

As I battled these demons screaming in my ears tonight, God so graciously — and powerfully — swept them aside, and lovingly got in my face. I heard Him say, “Remember, you are tethered to Me. You can’t see me because I’m behind you, holding you firmly and securely to Myself. But I’ve got you. I’ve got you!” 

“I got you!” — I don’t know if there are more beautiful words to hear in the midst of free-fall than that. He has us! We are firmly tethered to Jesus, and He will never ever under any circumstances desert us nor give us up nor leave us without support, nor in any degree leave us helpless, nor will He forsake or let us down or relax His hold on us – assuredly not!

Take Heart, friends! Be of good courage – and sleep well. Jesus is keeping watch today.

All Creatures

Let me set the scene: After running into Starbucks to grab my app-ordered goodies, I found myself stuck in the drive-through line. Normally, this would really irk me but today it was just a small annoyance, as my mind was elsewhere. Again. Chewing on its latest creation has been the favorite pastime of my mind for most of my life. Teaching it to focus on the present has become a life-long project.

Once I was able to finally extract myself from the ridiculously long drive-through line, I headed west on Baker’s Bridge figuring that would be an easier way to get to the freeway entrance.  In a desperate attempt to pull my mind out of its hole and back into my real life — not an easy feat these days — I plugged in my phone and put on my latest playlist.

As the first strains of music began to play, I crossed over the 65 freeway and looked up at the beautiful sapphire blue sky; the kind of sky you only get after a cleansing rain like the one we had yesterday. That sapphire sky crashed into the lush rolling hills of Franklin, which are still mostly decked out in their finest summer greens, though a few trees have put on some of their autumn attire like a high school girl trying out different looks before finally settling on one for the homecoming dance.

With traffic stopped at the light ahead and more traffic flowing below me on the 65, the scene was almost complete: the beauty of God’s creation side-by-side with the busy traffic of my life – and my crazy brain desperately chewing on it’s latest toy. Yeah, that pretty much sums up how the last decade has gone. Beauty and chaos, God’s creation and my own aggravation. But just as Jonathan Allen’s beautiful, warm baritone voice rang out from my speakers, I saw a large hawk fly from between the trees and begin to soar above the road ahead, drifting on the wind and hovering over all the traffic. And I was transfixed. The wing span alone was impressive, not to mention its ability to just soar with so little effort; a couple of flaps of its wings and it was good to go. Serenity washed over me as I watched that hawk circle above all the busyness below, watching and waiting, while Jonathan sang, “All creatures of our God and King; lift up your voice and with us sing, Oh praise Him! Alleluia!”

I was struck in that moment with how often I am witness to all of creation crying out it’s joyful praise to God — a beautiful sunset, a striking sunrise, a family of turkeys crossing the road and holding up morning rush hour for a rush hour of their own… Too often it just passes me by because my mind is too busy chewing on it’s latest production to give it more than a passing glance. This morning I chose to stop in that moment and worship Jesus along with the hawk and hills and sky (and Jonathan and our amazing worship team at Grace Chapel). And you know what? My mind has had a really hard time going back to it’s latest chew toy.

I will bless the Lord at all times; His praise shall continually be in my mouth.  My life makes its boast in the Lord; let the humble and afflicted hear and be glad.  O magnify the Lord with me, and let us exalt His name together. — Psalm 34:1-3 (AMP)

Welcome To My Blog

Welcome to my new blog. My name is Lu and my goal is to speak words of encouragement, hope, love and strength into your life. I am privileged to have people in my life who speak truth and constantly challenge me raise the bar in every aspect of my life. And most of all, to have a relationship with God where He speaks truth – sometimes hard truth –  in Love and Grace to me on an hourly, minute by minute basis.

I am learning to live life on life’s terms, to live one day at a time, enjoy one moment at time, and to be a voice of hope for all who will hear. I want this to be a place of dialogue; a place where we can come together and discover the grace, joy, strength, and hope that can be found in God in the midst of life’s overwhelming struggles.

I hope you will join me in my journey.

This Morning’s Meditation

This is what I read and have been listening to this morning… it just filled me with incredible hope! So I thought I’d share it on this crazy Monday morning. I realize it might be rather corny to post it, but it just really started off my day right and I just had to share it.

Take a moment to soak in God’s love and grace today. He is indeed good.

I’ll never forget the trouble, the utter lostness,
   the taste of ashes, the poison I’ve swallowed.
I remember it all—oh, how well I remember—
   the feeling of hitting the bottom.
But there’s one other thing I remember,
   and remembering, I keep a grip on hope:

God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
   his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
   How great your faithfulness!

I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
   He’s all I’ve got left

God proves to be good to the man who passionately waits,
   to the woman who diligently seeks. — Lamentations 3:19-25

Surely it was for my benefit
       that I suffered such anguish.
       In your love you kept me
       from the pit of destruction;
       you have put all my sins
       behind your back. — Isa. 38:17

Doxology
Praise God, from Whom all blessings flow!
Praise Him, all creatures here below;
Praise Him above, ye heav’nly host;
Praise Father, Son, and Holy Ghost.
Hallelujah! Amen!

Crowded

I have started three different posts in the last couple days, all that seemed important at the time I began writing. But after coming back to them later — when the distractions of life that took me away from writing were dealt with — they didn’t seem all that important any more and I no longer wanted to write about them. Ever had that happen?

My mind has been running in all sorts of different directions lately. School has been a major issue. I’m down to the wire (two weeks left to study) to take an exam worth 12 credit hours. I also start a class next Monday and another one in mid-July that will overlap each other and finish about the same time (which will amount to another 12 credit hours) creating twice as much homework and study as I’ve had up to this point. And I hate studying. I really hate it.

I recently ran across a folder of my school stuff my dad kept till he died. It had every single report card I got from Kindergarten to 12th grade. I was a C average student pretty much the whole way through. Even the classes I loved I only got Cs or Bs. The only classes I got As in were theatre ones.

Many teachers left comments like, "student is polite and friendly but daydreams too much" or "student is not performing up to her abilities." Both probably very true. School bored me most of the time and exasperated me the rest. My internal world, the one I created in my mind, was always far more interesting than the external real one. It hasn’t gotten much better. Oh, I’ve learned to curb my penchant for daydreaming, but frustration with study remains. My main encouragement has been to learn that everyone else in my department hated accounting too and didn’t do well in it (all have business degrees). It’s good to know I’m not the only one who so does not care about the proper way to list expenses on the cash flow statement.

My mind is also filled with thoughts from "Abba’s Child." That will require several posts of their own, so for now I will say that I am being challenged greatly by this book. It’s ideas are enticing, exciting, but they frighten me beyond words. It means living in an entirely different way, adopting a completely new paradigm. Fear of the unknown, and a strange fear of "losing myself" or at least the self I’ve always known, keeps me standing on the edge drooling at the sweet life I’m reading about rather than diving into the deep end.

Then there’s this HBO series I started watching last week. "Rome" delves into the goings-on of the Roman Republic, rife with civil wars, at the very rise and reign of Gaius Julius Caesar. It also shows the early life of a young Gaius Octavius, who later became Caesar Augustus; the emperor who ordered the census that took Mary and Joseph to Bethlehem so Jesus could be born in the City of David as was prophesied. It is a fascinating (and graphic) series about the machinations of power, lust, faith, duty, honor and love. As is so typical of me, as I watch I can’t help but think of a) how ripe the culture was for the love of Jesus, how much it desperately needed it!, and b) the events that followed — the birth of Jesus, his life and ministry, death and resurrection — and how amazing it is that God determined that all that would happen within the context of this newly forged, and finally at peace with itself, Empire. I watch as centurions, patricians, plebes and others talk of the Roman gods as if they truly believed in them. For so long I’ve believed them to be myths that it’s rather shocking to my mind to realize they truly believed in them. It breaks my heart! They did have Jews living among them, but they were slaves. Romans would have no more reason to lend credence to their One God than we do to lend credence to their many. So how, then, did God expect His love to be revealed to the Roman Republic? Except, of course, through a life steeped in it.

Which brings my mind back to the present, and how I must live each day as Abba’s child, steeped in the passionate love of Jesus if I ever hope to make a difference in this world. Watching "Rome" I think of all the ways the Roman Empire (and Augustus especially) prepared the world for the Gospel’s spread. Without the roads/infrastructure, the common languages and rulers, the commonality of the Empire, as well as the persecution the Empire brought upon Jesus’ followers, I don’t think the Gospel would have spread as quickly nor taken such deep root. I can’t help but wonder what God has quietly (or perhaps not so quietly) allowed to developed, perhaps even encouraged and helped along, in our world today that can aid us in spreading His good news to those who haven’t heard, or haven’t experienced through a life steeped in His love.

Yeah, my mind is very crowded these days…

Every Time…

…I eat Lucky Charms, or lots of salads, both of which I have eaten today (and LOTS  of salads all week) I get green poop. I was thinkin’ perhaps something was wrong with me, till I found this website doing a Google search for "green poop".

What?! It’s a very informative site. I learned a lot.

What?! Too much information?
Sorry. Just wanted to share the poop scoop.1_baaa_2
Don’t you just love my Pajama Days!! I sure do!

Look Ma, I’m Balanced!

You Are Mint Green

Balanced and calm, you have mastered the philosophy of living well.
Your friends seek you out for support, and you are able to bring stability to chaotic situations.
You’re very open and cheerful – and you feel like you have a lot of freedom in life.
Your future may hold any number of exciting things, and you’re ready for all of them!

HT: Alex McManus

Ah, I’m a Professor…

This was fun… till I clicked submit the first time and was equated with Lord Voldemort…
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Of course I quickly hit the back button and re-checked my answers, corrected a few and… well, this looks much, much better… besides, anyone who knows me knows I’m not an INTP. Pah-leeze. (not that INTPs are bad, just not me…)

Pirate Monkey's Harry Potter Personality Quiz

Harry Potter Personality Quiz by Pirate Monkeys Inc.

PS — learn more about INFJs here