In God's Hands

On the left: Emily, me, and Carissa prepare to go SKYDIVING!!!

I am happy to say that I took a risk and went SKYDIVING on Saturday, and it was unlike anything I have ever done or felt before.

Let me tell you, the sensation of skydiving does not become real until you are actually on that plane.  As it takes off, it finally hits you that it will not be landing with you on it.

The sensation of the actual dive is incredible.  As the group started their jumps, I was astounded as the plane quickly emptied out.  The girl before me went out quickly, and as she flipped out of the plane I had half a second to think "Oh no!  That's me in a couple seconds!" before I myself flipped out of the plane into my own dive.

You fall down crazy fast, more than 100 miles per hour, and honestly it felt like I was flying.  Even though I was falling thousands of feet, I felt lifted up and the sensation was definitely worth the pressure that my ears were feeling.  Falling so many feet, it was comforting to know that God was with me the entire time, and the winds rushing past me, giving me that flying sensation, gave me the impression that God was holding me up with giant hands.

The most uncomfortable part for me had to be the deployment of the parachute, but it just goes to show that sometimes doing the right thing for yourself is intense.  Yet once I settled down and got used to the harness, there was an amazing peacefulness in the air.  I was still very high up.  I remember at one point my instructor (his name was Mike) showed me that we were still 1500 feet up.  But it was peaceful, and the view was fabulous.  God was definitely with me.  How many people can say they've dropped thousands of feet and lived to tell about it?  Okay, okay, quite a few can, but definitely not everyone.