Ninety Miles an Hour
When my friend Jon first suggested shooting ourselves ninety
miles an hour up into the sky, I thought he had gone a little loopy from
Imagining myself jetting upwards intrigued me but to actually strap
myself in and fly was an entirely different matter, yet he was quite
serious about it. I said I needed some time to think, inside sending up a
desperate hope I would run into someone I knew who could talk me out of
it. As large as the Oregon
State Fair was, there had to be someone out there.
Jon kindly suggested we get something to eat while I thought it
over. I told him that if I
did decide to leave all common sense and love of life behind me, eating
would not be a good idea. I
knew the contraption was safe, but I was having visions of nausea for
the rest of the day dancing through my head.
Still, it looked like a good dose of terrifying fun and in the end,
very much against my own better judgment, I said yes.
The man who took the money assured me no one had gotten sick in
four years, I was sure I would be the first one and sent up a fervent
prayer as they strapped us into our seats.
The horn sounded as we were vaulted straight up to the heavens in a
sea of blue. The wind pushed
against my face with adrenaline making me aware of every limb in my body.
Next to me, I could hear Jon reconsidering his decision to let
gravity have complete control in not so many words as we dropped back down
then shot back up. I did not understand what his problem was. By now, my grin
was meeting at the back of my head and I was loving it! The tension system was so well made, I had not a drop of
nausea. As we were flung back
and forth between the earth and sky, I was looking around at the
surrounding hills and mountains admiring their beauty and majesty.
What a wonderful feeling to feel the air rushing through my hair
with the ground so far below! The
only time I yelled was to let out a whoop of joy!
I am sure I still had a silly grin on my face as we were let down
and the attendants unstrapped us out of our seats.
For the rest of the day Jon and I proclaimed to each other how much
fun it had been as we watched other daring fairgoers be vaulted into the
sky, while commenting on the height they ascended to.
I think that sometimes life is a
lot like the choice I had to make at the fair.
You can either listen to an unfounded fear and protect yourself
from the unknown, or strap yourself in and have faith in something new and
daring. This last week I was
again given this choice by a good friend of mine who has an uncanny gift
for seeing inside of a person. She
knew I have always held a little of me back in every relationship so there
was one part inside of me that could not be hurt, a survival technique I
learned a long time ago. In a metaphorical sense, God told her to go swimming for me,
to pull me out of my safety boat and into the water so I was forced to
let go of my control and to start fully expressing myself with those
around me. Though I fought it
hard, the choice was clear. I
could either fear being hurt and not be fully open, or have faith that she
would wholly accept me as I am, the good and the bad, and that she would
help me find what needed to be corrected, while rejoicing with me in the
beauty God reflected through my soul.
One choice though veiled in safety, ultimately led to loneliness.
The other, though scary, led to Christian love as I had never
experienced it before.
versus fear. It is such a
common choice for each of us. How
daring are we? Do we prefer
to be safe in the eyes of the world or are we willing to step out and
trust that God will meet us the moment we take the tiniest of steps?
Are we willing to trust each other and the experiences God has for
us? Are we willing to let go
of the side of the boat? Yes,
we might get wet and be hurt, but would we ever truly live the lives God
wants to give us if we didn’t? He
won’t let us drown and perhaps the pain we feel is the upturning of the
soul so God can plant something new in us. The
decision to start swimming with my friend and in turn, those around me,
was not an easy one but it has filled my heart with peace and joyful
expectation. Fear cripples
the soul but a life lived in faith is a life lived in grace and wonder.
I urge you the next time you have to choose between fear and faith
to choose faith. Though not
the easiest choice, the water is so refreshing.
In His Service,
Sarah Katreen Hoggatt
September 1st, I joined fellow local authors at the Reed Opera House in
Salem, Oregon to talk with the public about our books. Salem's
"First Wednesday" is a monthly celebration with a different
theme each month, this month's being literature. I had a wonderful
time talking with the people who stopped by and sharing with them my
passion for God and love of writing.
Road of Two Seas
road of two seas
a hard one to tread,
on one is sweet terror
on the other, you're dead.
path between is narrow,
slippery at best.
one will need to choose,
pass eternity’s test.
of the seas is safer
a human soul?
of them holds life within
the power to make us whole?
not be deceived
what seems to be,
be what you foresee.
sea seems calm,
waves gently lap
the shore of your belief.
beneath the crystal green,
hidden a soul in need.
no full expression,
is left to bleed.
other sea is stormy
difficult to view.
rocks below lets no one know
lies beyond the blue.
this is the sea to enter in
in it you will grow,
by our God on high,
will be amazed at where you go.
choose the one
faith and flame.
within it the dawn will come
you’ll never be the same.
other may look kinder
kindness is held within
outside is only gilding
fear and sin.
the Lord to guide you
you make this eternal choice.
or faith within your heart,
or love to voice.
Christ’s face before you,
on humbled knees,
wisdom will help guide you,
you walk the road of seas.
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