It seemed like a good idea, lets go spelunking! Climbing into a cave was something I had never done before, and when my brother in law said he was going to do it it was my style to be willing to try any challenge so I wanted to come along for the trip. It was a mid to late summer afternoon so there was plenty of daylight left and I dressed in jeans, sneakers and a t-shirt. Similar to my brother in law and his friends.
After parking the car we had about a 1500 meter walk to get to the site, and then climbed carefully up the side of a steep cliff. About 40 meters above the ground there was a hole in the wall of the cliff and when we got there they pointed at it and told me I could go in first. As I shimmied my head, chest and arms into the black hole, armed only with a pencil thin flashlight, I started feeling it. By it, I mean the anxiety and fear gripping me like a belt tightening around my chest. I pulled back out. “Are you sure about this?” I asked, trying to hide my fear. “Yes, we’ve done this several times, if you want we will go first.” So I slid to the side, and one after another they disappeared into the small black hole like a turtle pulling his head into the shell. “Come on”, they beckoned, “you will see its really large inside.” I tried it again, sliding head first, inching my way in, but again I stalled. “I will wait for you all.” They nodded and said, “if you want you can go down and wait by the car.” Going to the car meant to face the humiliation of climbing back down the 40 meter cliff, alone. Then walking the 1500 meters back to the car, alone. As I played the movie out, I realized that I would feel like a coward, or a loser, definitely not myself. “Let me try one more time to keep up with you,” I blurted out.
As I slithered my way back into the tightened crevice, I looked straight in front of my face, two inches away from the floor of the access hole. If I can just move one more inch, and then without looking at the entire distance to cover, looking at the floor in front of my face, slide just one more inch.
I remembered hearing a motivational speaker saying one time “inch by inch it’s a cinch” and so I found. One more inch became another, and another and soon I was in a cavern that was 10 meters high! with beautifully colored rock formations and a small slip of water streaming across the floor. I was filled with awe and so thankful that I didn’t quit.
Whenever in a difficult situation and I feel the fear overcoming me. One where I don’t know what to do or how to do the next step, I remember this lesson. One more inch. One more moment. One more effort. My faith tells me that my God will help me, take the next small step. But only one step at a time. When we arrive at the destination, the feeling of overwhelming awe and experiencing the beauty that only He can provide. As we look back over the progress made, it will be more than we ever imagined.
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