“You can trust the Lord to protect you. He will not let you fall into harm.” Proverbs 3:26
When I read this verse, I had to laugh at the sheer perfectness of it with my situation.
Recently I accomplished a great feat.  Before Tim and I traveled to New Zealand, I had entertained the thought of Bungy Jumping.  New Zealand is the birthplace of Bungy Jumping.  So why not, right?
Okay, call me crazy, nuts, out-of-my-mind, whatever, I did it!
We had driven passed a bridge with our friends and had seen people preparing to jump.  The next day we were traveling with a guide and she had mentioned that that bridge was the very first bridge where bungy jumping originated from.  My interest peek a bit more at that point. 
I love tradition, and knowing that that is the exact location where it all began confirmed that I wanted to jump.
Tim knew he had married a daredevil, and said I should do it. (Wait, he said that because he loves me, right?  Of course!)  Well, the guys had already scheduled a fly fishing trip, and we girls had no definite plans, until now.
I did already have a massage scheduled for 1:00pm, so the plan had to work out perfectly.  My “ideal” plan was to wake up, walk with my friends Theresa and Connie, eat breakfast, jump of a bridge (that sounds crazy typing it), and then get a massage after having my body stretched to the max. 
The concierge at the hotel arranged the whole thing in record time.  My “ideal” plan was set in motion.  No backing down now.
Theresa said that she had to go first or she wouldn’t go at all.  Connie said she would do it, but sounded a bit reluctant.  I was like, “Whatever, let’s do this.”
The three of us ladies were off.  When we approached the main Bungy building, it looked like a small operation.  To our pleasant surprise, we walked through the doors and into a downhill three story, state-of-the-art professional operation.  This place had it going on! 
Pictures and videos for purchasing, Bungy and New Zealand paraphernalia for sale in the wide open gift shop, a full snack bar, viewing stations, a zip-line course, and even a bar called “Liquid Courage” for the anxious jumpers or for a celebratory drink afterwards.
Well, all the courage I needed was coming from The Lord.
My mom probably doesn’t appreciate me posting this verse, but in Philippians 1:20 we read, “ I eagerly expect and hope that I will in no way be ashamed, but will have sufficient courage so that now as always Christ will be exalted in my body, whether by life or by death.”  Now, Paul wasn’t writing about having the courage to jump off a “perfectly good bridge” (as my daddy said), but knowing that God will give him the courage to keep pressing on.  This verse also made me chuckle when I read it.  I was confident in this company.  I had the courage to jump. Thank God I will continue exalt Christ in LIFE.
Now the time had come.  Theresa went first.  She asked for some religious music to be played.  Silent prayers were being said all around.  Connie and I were cheering Theresa on as she was getting her ankles wrapped and her body hooked up for safety. She did it!  I was so proud of my dear friend.  She didn’t back down.  You could hear her scream in delight as she was dangling from the cord awaiting the raft to retrieve her.
It was my turn next.  I looked at Connie and saw the look of “Ain’t no way!” on her face.  I said, “Connie, you go.  I want to make sure you do it.”  She assured me that she would, but that I had to go first. 
No problem. You would have thought I had done this a thousand times.  But I’m thinking it was my nervous energy was kicking in. 
As the staffers were securing the straps to my body they played a song.  I was like, “Oh my!  THIS is the song my husband says is MY song.”  They played Bob Marley’s “Don’t Worry About a Thing”.  Tim says that I tend to have an easy going attitude and that that song is for me.
Well, now was the time to “Cast all your anxieties on Him, because He cares for you.” 1 Peter 5:7.  The staffer assisted me to my feet and held onto the strap on around my waste as I shimmied to the edge of the platform.  It was at that moment when I felt a little uneasy because it felt as if I was going to shimmy right off the platform and they weren’t ready for me to do so.  Thank goodness they literally “had my back”.
Before I took my dive, I asked the guy what I needed to focus on.  He pointed to a bridge in the distance and told me to jump to the bridge.
Okay.  I was ready.  They counted down, 3-2-1, and I dove towards the other bridge.  I didn’t just dive, I did a perfect swan dive off the bridge and glided down to the river.  (Seriously!  No humble moment here.  It was a perfect swan dive.)
The first time my bungy cord reach the bottom and I sprang back up, I turned and saw a massive rock mountain in front of me.  The thought of, “Hello wall that I could smash into. Oh no, now what?” came to mind.  Then, the feeling of complete freedom rushed through me.
As I was hovering over the majestic waters, some kayakers paddle by.  I yelled to them, “Have you tried this?  This is awesome!”  They had.  They laughed at me, in a good way, as they were paddling past.
Theresa and I had succeeded!  As we were standing on a dock by the water waiting for Connie, we would cheer loudly words of encouragement.  She was reluctant, you could tell.  Connie motioned her hands to “God the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit” and jumped feet first.  She did it!  Again, I was so proud of my other partner in crime.
When Connie reached the dock, we all hugged each other and had great smiles on our faces.
We did put our trust, not only in the equipment and staffers, but definitely in The Lord. 
When you become a Christian and put your trust in God, I hope and pray that you will have many encouragers in your life to keep fighting the Good Fight.
I pray God’s abundant love and blessing for y’all.
Video link to my jump: http://www.ididit.co.nz/ididit/profile/60750/album/48377/