In Charge

My stomach is knotted, my hands and knees shaking, fingers numb, and eyes piercing the rock as I carefully formulate my next move. It's crucial that every move is quickly followed by another skilled move. My eyes cannot be taken off the rock, my mind cannot be harassed with any another concerns or perhaps a fall of 8 or 9 feet could smash me against the brutal wall.

I went climbing this weekend with three other friends. I had planned on going to church, as I had spent Sabbath morning curling my hair and picking out a dress with the proper accessories. (But I'm not good with plans, not sure why I even make them anymore...) I showed up at the Awakening, a service prior to church, but left after the first 20 minutes to run home, throw some food and climbing gear in a bag, to meet the others with only 15 minutes to spare. It was a fast escape with no time to look back.

I climbed a lead climb for the first time this weekend. It was restoring. I was in charge. In charge of my self, every decision, every maneuver, every fall, every success. Nothing to hold me back and nothing to guide me. I think that's how it's suppose to be though.