Now I'd like to say my fear was conquered and now I climb without any anxiety at all. That's not the case. In fact, after every route I still get a little freaked and have to choose to exercise that faith that tells me that I did my eight knot right, the equipment will work, and the person belaying me will do their job right. As I lean back on the rope and vulnerably put all my weight on it, I am believing it will do what it was meant to do.
I feel the same way with God. Life is like learning to rock climb, I start out all stoked until I get to a point where I can't go anywhere more on my own strength. I've reached the top of the route and now must descent in order to go again. And that faith part freaks me out a bit. The faith it takes to lean all my weight (dreams, thoughts, ideas, life, etc) on God and trust that He'll let me down easy, doing what He's already said He would. Thankfully He's not offended that I get worried. Thankfully He realizes my fear, encourages me, and is faithful to let the descent be pleasant. Falling back and resting completely on God is not always the rush we thought it'd be, nor is it always completely comfortable, but it's sure, and He is always constant. And with each time, my faith is strengthened and I trust Him more.
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