I went to church today for the first time since my life-altering moment under the boat on the Dolores River in Utah on Cinco de Mayo, to give thanks for discovering the strength within me when I was in the river to get out from under the boat before I drowned. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, you know?
I was relating my nascent faith to a friend today and she pointedly asked about me delaying for two Sundays after I got back before I made it to a service if that's how I now felt about it. She's actually not much of a believer herself, and views my belief with
skepticism.
skepticism.I just laughed. Two Sundays ago, today, it doesn't matter really, not to me anymore. (Right: Tough times on the river. We all came out alright, thank God.)
I think I've changed a little, actually. Tomorrow, for all my non-readers out there, we'll recover the overturned boat and learn the truth about "dry bags" as the cold night descends.
4 comments:
I have been reading this account in date order - it's been amazing to follow. I am SO relieved you're okay and fasincated to see what you make of it all in retrospect.
Wow! I had no idea. I guess I need to catch up. I'm glad you're okay.
I think an event like that has got to make anyone with even a smidgen of faith think about returning to church. Whether or not it provides you with anything down the road remains to be seen, but this was huge!
It is good to give thanks to God and it is good to take the time to make it to church but more important than to go right away or a week or two later is to feel the gratitud inside which you do.
Life shaking moments really shake us, dont they? they propell reflection.
BTW, this has been an incredible nerve wrecking story. Glad you are okay
Post a Comment