Monday, June 13
The impression was firm and strong. My leather gloved hand shot upward. I grasped the cable and held on for dear life. Pat clipped himself to the line and slowly made his way toward me. Reaching my position he wrapped his legs around me and pulled us both back to safety.
The experience taught me about faith: doing all we possibly can and then--when we reach the end of our rope (or the momentum of our zip line)--continuing to cling to hope with the firm belief that help will certainly come.
What have you learned about faith?