He brought me back to last year when Jessie, Mitch, and I went white water rafting on the Nantahala River. He showed me how I thought I knew what I was doing so decided not to go with a guide or a group, but instead took a small boat with Jessie. Of course, Mitch knew how to do it and went in a boat on his own. Which goes back to his independent spirit from the beginning as he told us before he began first grade, "I really don't need to go to first grade, Mom. I already know how to read."
So Jessie and I had to work together without getting frustrated at one another, nor blaming one another for our constant mistakes. We noticed after not too long how incredibly COLD the water was and how hard we had to work at paddling together. We also noticed soon after that, that the closer we stayed to the edges of the river, the more we went round and round in circles and ended up not getting any progress done. The more we stayed in the middle of the river, the deeper the water and the more progress we could make. (See the spiritual stuff already?)
Anyway... we were making quite the progress and stride and feeling quite the experts WHEN we saw a large log stretched out across the river. Tried as we might, we could not get to either side to avoid the log. We hit it at the far right edge, the boat's backside turned and we were now stuck up against and alongside the log. Because of the force of the river, the boat then began to tilt and fill with water. Before I knew it we were dumped out! As I tried to get to my feet (this seemed to be at a place in the river that was about thigh deep) and go against all training I had just had about "if you find yourself capsized, DO NOT TRY TO STAND UP, but let the river take you and find a way to get to the side." But they did not understand, as I looked to the side, my Jessie was out of the boat and the river's strength had pushed her under the log and all I saw was her head sticking up and the look of panic on her face. I had to be strong and save my child.
I used all the strength (probably that mama adrenaline that they talk about) and jerked that girl up from under the log. Yay, right? Well, yes and then we were left with the dilemma of our boat stuck now under this log and standing in rapids. This is when I cried, "Jesus!"
Out of nowhere, comes this long blonde haired guy on a surf board. We push the boat out from under the log, he jumps in to the boat and paddles up to us and we jump in. He was my surfer angel "dude". We were safe!
Now, back to the river analogy that God whispered to my heart Sunday after church. "Dee Dee, where are you in the river?" I replied, "In the middle of the rapids, Lord, but I'm on my feet."
He said so gently, "It's time to let go." Wow how the tears flowed!
My prayer since that moment every morning is "Lord, I'm off my feet today. Let the river take me. I will enjoy the river ride. Life is an adventure with you."
Every day since Sunday this week has been one amazing story after another. I just wish I had the time t share them all. I will/must share one!
Yesterday, we had our physicals and then were heading up to Atlanta to take care of opening an account that will be beneficial since we will be doing things internationally. On the way to Atlanta I heard in my heart Marietta Diner. I dismissed it and thought strange and moved on. Again, Marietta Diner...I thought, "I've never been there but I've heard it's good...strange."
We got to Peachtree St. to do our business and there are lots of great restaurants around. We were looking for a place to have lunch, but nothing looked good. Again, I hear, "Marietta Diner."
So we got back in the car, punched Marietta Diner into the GPS and headed the 20 minutes out of the way to Marietta Diner.
When we get there, the host takes us to a booth, but at the last minutes swerves and places us at a different booth. No big deal....
Our waitress takes our order and we notice that she has an accent. I tell Chance, "Ask where she's from."
So as she comes back, we ask her and she says, "Bulgaria." We proceeded to have the most amazing conversation about Bulgaria, the language, the culture, the do's and don'ts, the places to go, websites to help, etc. etc etc. We exchange emails and she invites us to the coast on the Black Sea where her family lives and would like for us to stay in her apartment in Burgas when we visit.
We have met now a friend for life in one afternoon all because God whispered, "Get off your feet."
He may ask something of us and it may seem like a huge sacrifice, but the adventure He wants to take us on is sooooo much better!
God Bless and have an OFF YOUR FEET DAY!