3..2..1… BUNGEE!

Bungee jumping is something that requires a ton of trust. You have to trust the people that are harnessing you in, the clips that are holding the rope, the cord itself (even if it does look sketchy), the people at the bottom to pull you in afterwards, and the rest of the equipment that all has to operate properly for you to have a safe and successful jump.
 
Some of my teammates and I have been talking about bungee jumping for sometime now and were excited to actually go through with it when we visited a team in Chang Mai. However here is the thing with any big adrenalin attraction; talk is cheap. Anyone can talk big and say outrageous things about what they are going to do but when it comes time to “buck up or shut up” its funny to watch big mouths turn into quivering lips.
 

When we arrived to bungee there were definitely some people nervous and sweating over the leap of faith they were soon going to take. (Yes, I was one of them) A few people went and some faces watching grew in fear and some with excitement and I remained in a fetal position in the corner. (Just kidding) When it was finally my turn, my hands were drenched in sweat and my nerves were high. As I rode up a 165 feet strapped in by my shins the sweat and nerves only increased. When we stopped at the top and I hopped over to the edge with arms out looking at the mountains in front of me my heart was in my throat. “1,2,3 Bugeeeeeee!!!!!!” was yelled and I began to fall like a sack of potatoes. My heart about came through my chest before I was finally caught by the cord and skimmed my hand on the surface of the pond.
 

Now sitting back in my room, hands sweating as I type, I can help see the obvious comparison that is in front of me. I can go on through my life talking a big game about how I trust God with all my heart and quoting Proverbs 3:5, but it doesn’t mean jack diddily if I don’t jump. I am at a point in my life where God is almost constantly taking me up in the air and saying “OK jump.” The only difference is this; I don’t have a harness. I am just supposed to jump and trust that God will somehow catch me at the bottom.
 
See but there is an issue in my responses to the two different jumps. In actual bungee jump I am not afraid to jump off and trust the elastic cord. However when God says “Trust Me, I got you just jump” I am hesitant to jump and trust that He will really catch me. Instead I stand on the platform and question Him, “Are you sure this is what you want me to do?” or “God I really don’t think you want me to do that I mean I don’t eve like it.” And there is where I recognize my pathetic flaw. I am willing to jump and put my life in the hands of 6 Thai men but I am hesitant to jump and trust my life into the hands that gives it its very breath.
 

God please help me jump.