When I was 14, I traveled with my indoor soccer team through Arizona, Colorado, and Utah for tournaments. My coach was a weird, frumpy guy but he always liked to have fun. From camping out on soccer fields, to water tubing down hidden rivers, we had some great times.
One night in Utah, he had the brilliant idea of going ice blocking. He told us we were going at midnight… but wait for it…through a graveyard!
This wasn’t our first time but he thought he’d ramp it up a bit. For those of you who have never heard of ice blocking, you buy a block of ice, sit on it and slide down hills. Crazy fun!
The clock struck midnight and we piled into our stinky, worn out traveling van. As we arrived, I couldn’t help but wonder what we got ourselves into. The graveyard was straight out of a scary movie. There were large old trees with long branches that looked like arms reaching out for the gravestones. An old steel fence covered in moss surrounded it. Other unidentifiable things crept along in the shadows of this ghoulish place and seemed to be hiding at every turn. Tons of creepy nearly-demonic looking objects were watching us as we approached.
Walking up to the gate, an eerie sense that something bad was going to happen overwhelmed me. This wasn’t on my list of favorite places, but I was always up for something new. Coach asked for help as we found a way to break in. Nervous and fearful girl chatter was never ending. Some girls were excited for our present adventure and others were completely freaked out. Coach tried to quiet us down, fearing someone would hear and call the police, but our nerves were strung too tight to keep us quiet for very long. We found a way through the fence and to the top of the graveyard.
I remember the moment I sat down on that cold, hard, slippery ice block. I was scared out of my mind but strangely excited at the same time. The graveyard was so big and dark that it didn’t take long before one by one, girls started disappearing into the spooky unknown as they rode the ice blocks.
Gripping the towel on my block, my teammate next to me and I were launched off into the unknown. I immediately started screaming as I quickly passed one gravestone after another. The cool wind on my face just made the awful feelings inside stronger.
My friend and I separated as we gained speed weaving through the headstones, trying not to crash into something dreadful. The further I got from my team at the top, the more the fear set in. “No one can see me. No one knows exactly where I am. What if something comes alive and snatches me up? This place is certainly haunted!” The fear inside me grew stronger with each disturbing thought I gave place to.
Finally, I came to the end as I smashed into the fence. Without missing a beat, I scooped up my ice block and started running. I didn’t want to give any ghosts or goblins an opportunity to get me!
Nothing bad happened to us that night, thankfully, but it definitely wasn’t something I wanted to do again. Life is full of opportunities to be afraid. But God doesn’t want us to live in fear. He has given us the ability to live everyday in peace.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love, and a sound mind.” 2 Timothy 1:7
The words “sound mind” here mean, “safe-thinking”. It denotes good judgment, disciplined thought patterns, and the ability to understand and make right decisions. Fear can make a home in our lives if we give place to it in our thoughts. “Safe-thinking” is guarding your thoughts and not giving fear a place to dwell. I love how this word also describes making right decisions. I can’t say that ice blocking through a graveyard was a right decision, and you can’t expect not to experience some fear in a situation like that, but it’s a good example of making choices that will enable us to keep our peace…or not keep our peace.
I believe God wants us to enjoy every day of our lives, not only within our daily routines, but also in our adventures. Take the time to do something different. Life is full of adventures…go find yours!
Lavender Morningsong (yes, that is her name) is a Southern California native. She grew up in Leucadia, San Diego as a beach baby and lived on what she likes to call a mini farm. She lived a wild life until meeting the Lord when she was 19 years of age.
Lavender has been married to her best friend for 15 years and has three spunky children to keep her busy. She has done many things and held different occupations, but her one passion is the Lord. Through every season of life, her one desire is to grow closer to the Lord and be transformed into His image. Through her experiences and imperfections, she hopes to inspire others to not give up hope, to feel normal, to laugh, and continue to run this crazy, beautiful race we are running.
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