Missions is a big part of my chruch, The Crossroads, and almost two years ago when my family started going there they were talking about going to take blankets to Mexico and later told my parents that I wanted to go on the trip with, even though I knew they would never let me go on my own. Surprisingly when I did tell them Bob, of all people, was the one that almost immediately said he would go with me. So during Christmas vacation I went on my first mission trip to Mexico. We handed out blanket in a little fishing village on the border of Mexico called Las Higarillas. It was truly amazing, but that's another blog. Then that summer I went back and my life was changed once again, plus I was officially amazed by and addicted to missions.
Yet this blog is about neither of those times, this blog is about this summer, in which we didn't go back to the fishing village that I had fallen in love with but we went farther into Mexico. We drove past the second checkpoint to Tula Mexico where we would be going up the mountains to the last village on that trail. This gorgeous village is called San Fransisco. It was 36 miles from Tula yet took 2 hours to get to. Unlike the typical blogger, in this blog I'm not going to start with the first day of our wondrous trip, I'm starting at the last day we were in San Fransisco.
The last day we were there we all walked down to the river and went swimming. the walk wasn't that long and it was beautiful there. Once we were there there was this big cliff and Pastor Shawn climbed up it and jumped off of it. It looked like so much fun!! I instantly forgot I was afraid of heights and climbed up. When I got up there I looked down at the river and freaked out. I stood there for about 10 minutes freaking out with people in the river encouraging me to jump. Soon Grace climbed and jumped off I looked and thought about it some more, then.....I climbed down. I jumped from a lower spot and felt, for a too short time, the feeling that your stomach is going into your throat. and loved it, so I climbed back up the big cliff and jumped. 4 times. It was truly amazing. After as we were talking back my pastor said to me something along the lines of "Some of the most amazing things are scary to get to."
Conquering your fears are hard, but once you do, even if for a short time, the effect is amazing. The freedom I felt while falling in the air is amazing and indescribable, kinda like God. In those moments I think the reason I kept going back for more is the fact that every time I jumped off that cliff that small amount of time that I was free falling I caught tiny glimpses of how amazing My God truly is.
So my parting words are : Even though the climb is difficult the view is even more amazing.
