That was the phrase I found myself repeating frequently Friday afternoon. Sandrine and I had spent the day at the barn, making up some missed lessons, and the last one ended up being a trail ride. Had I known exactly what kind of trail ride this would be, I would have opted for a pony I had ridden more than just once before. You see, the girl leading the ride is of the opinion that if everyone in the group is a fairly experienced rider, there’s no reason why we shouldn’t take advantage of it and have a few mad dashes through the vineyards and such (and before you ask, yes, the owners are OK with this). Ordinarily I would love this, but being on a pony I had only ridden once and who has a well-earned reputation for being a speed demon kind of put a damper on things. It actually wasn’t too bad; I didn’t fall or run into anyone, and he never really got out of control. Still, every time our fearless leader took off, I was like, “Oh no, not again… I don’t wannaaaa…” Not that my pony was paying any attention.
In hindsight, I think if I’d just relaxed and gone with it, I would have had a lot more fun, and he wouldn’t have gotten quite so worked up. That sounds suspiciously like a metaphor for life: if we trust God and follow His leading instead of freaking out the instant we find ourselves in the unknown, things tend to go a lot easier, and it’s more enjoyable. Or something along those lines.
I predicted in my last post that the youth conference was going to be amazing… that word only partially describes what happened that weekend. It was simply incredible. Last year was really good, but this… wow. This exceeded my expectations, which were already pretty high. I can’t really say we picked up where we left off last year, because we were already well past that. A number of us had been in close regular contact since last February, and we’d gotten together on a regular basis. Beyond the close friendships we formed, we built on the experiences we had with God and He taught us a lot. So really, last weekend was a continuation of what we’ve been doing for the past year, and we were able to share it with a new group of people. Again, words fail me to fully describe it, but let’s just say God showed up in a really big way. We’ve been well and truly ruined for anything but true and vibrant Christianity. Mind you, I got sick of dead religion a long time ago, but it was incredibly encouraging to see others getting fired up too. 😀
Nowhere to go now but further up and further in… hold on tight!