My hands are shivering as I'm typing this entry. No, it isn't the freezing temperatures in the office, but by the virtue that I've not excercised for a long time! (and just did so yesterday)
On this note I'd like to share that I've taken up rock climbing just-for-the-fun-of-it. I'm nowhere near professional, and that will have to wait till later. It all started when I did PA for this nice chap's wedding, who subsequently invited me up the pirate's ship. Having done reasonably well for the first session, I was sold.
I guess that's less reason for me to whine about my lack of bulk and light weight. So that I can spend less effort hauling myself upwards? If that's the case, thank God for my relatively lanky frame, too.
Being up almost four to five metres is a pretty refreshing experience, till you realise all that's holding you is a rope, in the hands of a belayer (that's the person who holds your rope down there, and pulls in your rope slack as you advance upwards, then releases the rope bit by bit when you've reached the peak).
I never realised I could place my life in the complete hands of another stranger, (not that Jacob's one, but I havent known him long enough then) but that reminded me about my faith in the Lord, to be my solid Rock (what I hold on to on the feaure wall) and my dependable Belayer.
Over time, I've placed more trust in my belayers as I advance up more difficult walls. I took a couple of near falls when I slipped off the walls yesterday, but thanks to my trustable pals, I was not harmed other than my heart missing a beat or two.
Which convicts me of my lack of faith in God sometimes, which is very much a recurring issue and something I have to work on. Its not that easy to remember that God is ever there and ever dependable no matter what hits the fan.
As a novice belayer- it rocks to know that people are entrusting their lives on you. Someday, I hope to really be able to trust God with mine- without any doubts.
For the record, rock climbing is fun!
peace out,
fraser
On this note I'd like to share that I've taken up rock climbing just-for-the-fun-of-it. I'm nowhere near professional, and that will have to wait till later. It all started when I did PA for this nice chap's wedding, who subsequently invited me up the pirate's ship. Having done reasonably well for the first session, I was sold.
I guess that's less reason for me to whine about my lack of bulk and light weight. So that I can spend less effort hauling myself upwards? If that's the case, thank God for my relatively lanky frame, too.
Being up almost four to five metres is a pretty refreshing experience, till you realise all that's holding you is a rope, in the hands of a belayer (that's the person who holds your rope down there, and pulls in your rope slack as you advance upwards, then releases the rope bit by bit when you've reached the peak).
I never realised I could place my life in the complete hands of another stranger, (not that Jacob's one, but I havent known him long enough then) but that reminded me about my faith in the Lord, to be my solid Rock (what I hold on to on the feaure wall) and my dependable Belayer.
Over time, I've placed more trust in my belayers as I advance up more difficult walls. I took a couple of near falls when I slipped off the walls yesterday, but thanks to my trustable pals, I was not harmed other than my heart missing a beat or two.
Which convicts me of my lack of faith in God sometimes, which is very much a recurring issue and something I have to work on. Its not that easy to remember that God is ever there and ever dependable no matter what hits the fan.
As a novice belayer- it rocks to know that people are entrusting their lives on you. Someday, I hope to really be able to trust God with mine- without any doubts.
For the record, rock climbing is fun!
peace out,
fraser
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