How Ice Skating Taught Me To Trust God
I love ice skating. I’ve been going ice skating since I was really little. Although I really like it, I am so, so bad at it. I grip the wall of the rink and shuffle myself around. If I slip even slightly, I freak out.
I went ice skating a few weeks ago with a couple of my friends and it was really fun. We only had half the rink, so this meant I could shuffle round the edges quicker than normal! I went with two of my friends, one of whom used to play ice hockey and trained in figure skating, and the other had just spent a few months in Canada going skating regularly with experienced skaters. It’s safe to say I felt a little out of place. But, I decided to try and make the most of the two hours we had on the ice by trying hockey skates for the first time, and occasionally letting go of the side for a millisecond.
I was doing pretty well and was quite pleased with myself, until one of my friends decided to lean against the side so that I’d have to let go of it to move around him.
Despite my attempts to persuade him to move, he was pretty determined that to make me let go. So, I tried to be brave and let go, but the next thing I knew, he grabbed my hands and helped me skate around the middle of the rink. Although I was pretty scared at this point and was digging my nails into his wrists while squealing, I was pretty excited to not be dragging myself around the edge anymore.
But then he let go.
I was left in the middle of the rink. By myself. The girl who cannot skate to save herself was standing in the middle of the ice rink, scared beyond belief. I was freaking out, trying to persuade one of my friends to come and help me out, but they left me in the middle willing me to be brave.
I’ve been thinking about this day a lot. So often, I’ll be heading one way, and then God will step in, because He wants me to go a different way. I’ll stand there and try to argue with Him. I’ll be stubborn and think that pulling myself along the edges of life is what I should be doing.
God grabs both of my hands and pulls me into a big life adventure that I find so terrifying, but He’s there holding my hands and guiding me along the whole way. A part of me doesn’t trust Him, so I let go of His hands and I’m left alone, at least I feel like I am. But as I struggle around like Bambi on ice, He’s there the entire time. He’s carefully watching over me and if I fall, He’s the first one there to help me up just like He has been my entire life. So why do I still struggle to trust Him the most?
Yep, you heard me right. My wonderful Father, God, and Saviour is the one who I struggle to trust the most. He’s never given me a reason not to trust Him, in fact He’s given me so many blessings and reasons to trust Him completely. Yet, I’m still scared to hand over parts of my life to Him. I’m scared to stop pulling myself around the edges of the ice rink in the little routine I’ve developed. I’m scared to let Him take things in a different direction.
In a recent post I talked about how I’ve been struggling to trust God, to know that He has a plan for me that is bigger than anything I can imagine. Although I am doing better at trusting Him and gradually building a stronger relationship with my Father, there’s a part of my heart that I’m struggling to give to Him.
I trust other people far too easily, I allow myself to be vulnerable and open, yet I can’t give my heart over to my Father who will care for my heart better than I could ever imagine. Even better, He will give me a completely new heart to love and serve Him with. I need to make Him the absolute center of my heart and try my best to get rid of the things that are pulling me away from Him. There are so many things in my heart that are taking His place, and I want to change this; I want to have a Jesus centered heart.
The thought of giving my heart completely to God is one that is daunting to me, but I’ve recently learned that my God is so powerful and magnificent that the thought of not completely giving my heart to Him is ridiculous.
Yes, even if I completely give my heart to Him, there will still be days when I feel like my God has left me alone in the middle of the ice rink.
Carolyn is a full time assistant cook for a Christian charity in the UK. She loves baking, photography, trying to tame her unruly red hair, and travelling. She is hoping one day to serve full time in womens ministry. Read more on her Blog and follow her on Instagram.
December 30, 2016
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