In about the 7th grade my dad paid for my brother and me to go to ski school. I don't really remember wanting to go that bad, but I'm sure Ryan Oar was probably up on that mountain somewhere, so I probably begged my dad to take me and somehow won. For 7 weeks I learned to master that bunny hill like nobody else. Even how to stop without knocking very many of my fellow Japanese classmates over. But then the teacher said it..."Today we will be going to a Diamond 2 hill" or whatever it was. Translation: hard. Another translation: nope. I did NOT want to go on that hill. It was steep. There were those bumpy things. There were trees all over. There were people besides the Japanese kids. And I'm pretty sure there was Ryan Oar who would see me in my not so confident ways of taking the slopes. Crap. So there we went.
Within minutes I had fallen three times. The instructor was trying to "teach me how to fall" so that it wouldn't hurt. Well it did hurt. Bad. Each time. And I was supposed to just get up and keep going? The whole way? Well, I might have grabbed my knee and told a little fib. "Ouch!" I said. And here's where things got a little out of control. I mean, I don't really know what I THOUGHT was going to happen. Maybe that they'd go get my mom and she would walk me down or something. But before I knew it, there were 4 men loading me up in this red toboggan and they're rushing me down the hill to the tiny hospital to triage my fake injury. Mom and dad show up in no time and moms eyes are puffy from the panic. She's just glad to know I'm okay. I'm glad I am too. Oops.
Fast forward a few years to my freshman year in college. Mike and I decide to get a summer job that includes traveling through the country working at various summer camps, recruiting kids for our college. But first we must bond with our fellow counselors by going on a backpacking trip in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Okay. You need to know that before this my only camping experience was with my family where you drive into a Thousand Trails resort and walk into your fully furnished camper that is already parked and ready to go, is feet from the clubhouse with video games and a pool, and even though everything is only feet from your camper you drive there just because that's how your family does things. So here we go on our backpacking trip. Translation: hard. Translation: already hated it. Well three days in after one too many trust games and "how did that make you feel" questions, we find out that we are going to spend 24 hours ALONE with the Lord. ALONE. IN THE WOODS. Where there are SNAKES and MOUNTAIN LIONS and tons of other animals that would love me for a mid summer night's snack. I am all about 24 hrs. alone. I am all about time with God. But if you want me to be alone in the Mountains of California in the summer time without a man and a gun, you've gotta' be out of your mind. So, I MAY have stretched the truth a little and said I had diarrhea. I mean, I did poop that day (don't even get me started on pooping on a backpacking trip! Eeew!) so it wasn't a comPLETE lie. Okay. It was. 100%. So the leader thought it would be best if I stayed with another female leader. My friends all went and stuck it out on their own. I lied. Oops.
Fast forward several years and I'm a grown woman. God looks at me in all of my failures. All of my uniqueness. All of the things I've done right too. And He says, "Darbi I'm going to use you. Not this other person down the hall, but you. I'm going to make you go through some things that are hard. Some things you would never think you could go through. You are going to loose your mom and your babies and it is going to rip your heart out. But I have faith in you, Darbi the Liar. And I'm going to give you a new name. You are going to come out stronger on the other side of all of this and you are going to tell people how good I was too you. And maybe, just maybe, you are going to start to do things that are hard because you know I am with you, I will never leave you, and you are made to do the hard stuff for Me."
So now would I want to go skiing down a hard hill? Hell no. =-) Would I want to go backpacking for 24 hours alone? Not on your life. Because what is the reward? Not much. But when it comes to doing things for God I get a little more gutsy. Speaking to people in a prison in Poland? Check. How about the adoption process for these sweet little babies at the top of the post? Every day there seems to be a new challenge or a new fear. But you know what? I'm no longer Darbi the Liar. I am Darbi the Girl Who Does Things That Are Hard. Because I can do all things through Christ who strengthens me.
