We went with our senior high group Whitewater rafting this weekend, and I had a blast. Ashley went too, and while she was a bundle of (nervous) energy, she had a good time too. Every time I go rafting the spiritual lessons seem to keep hitting me in the face in waves. So, since I have this forum, I’ll share my insights. These are in no particular order.
1. Once you get on the river, you are moving downstream whether you want to or not. Like your spiritual life, there are times when things are calm and relaxing, and times when you are hanging on for dear life, hoping not to fall out of the boat. But you make it through the rough spots and know that eventually you will be able to rest…until the next set of rapids.

2 . This being my third time rafting, this is the first time I was able to look up and notice the scenery. I have been so busy in the past focused on what I was doing that I didn’t look up and enjoy the beautiful scenery around me. I am very much like that in my life. I get so focused on moving from one task to the next that I forget to enjoy the ride. I am so eager to make it from point A to point B that I neglect the scenery that is passing me by.

3. The hardest working person in the boat is the guide. Rachel (our guide) was steering and guiding and paddling the entire time. She was watching the water and looking out for the best course. She knew where the danger spots were and how to get around them. she knew our abilities and didn’t put us in situations that would be too difficult. I know that this is how God is, even though I don’t always act like it. He is always working much harder than I ever will know or give Him credit for. When I am resting and feel like I am just drifting, I am unaware of all the work He is doing to keep me on course. He is guiding me (or trying to). He knows the danger spots and tries to tell me where they are and how to avoid them. He knows what I can handle and what I can’t, and He protects me from getting in over my head.

4. There were so many times that our guide yelled instructions that didn’t make sense. I didn’t always understand why she wanted us to paddle forward or why one side needed to paddle backwards. But it all had to do with the fact that she was guiding us. She knew what would happen, and she didn’t need us to question her, but just do it. One time in particular we were heading for a huge rock. I kept waiting for the command to paddle, but it never came. As we got closer and closer, I realized that just by using her paddle as a rudder, Rachel prevented us from hitting the rock. She must have known that I was nervous about it because when I looked back, she had this smug look on her face. Of everything that I think when I am on these trips, this is the one that I wish I could put into practice in my spiritual life. God asks me to do things that don’t make sense to me. I shouldn’t question Him, but should just do it. The reason is that He knows what He is doing and how my obedient action will affect me. Sometimes that means paddling in a way that seems wrong, and sometimes it means doing nothing when you desperately want to do something. This involves faith and humility – faith that God knows what He is doing and humility to know that I don’t.