Screams, Dreams & Stepping Out

My first night at the CAPTIVATING retreat concluded with a surprise “Joy Ride” in a golf cart on Mt. Princeton Trail.  The staffer {who specifically requested I not thank him publically by name} took me to a remote location with no artificial light, killed the little engine to the golf cart and told me “Look up, enjoy the diamonds in the night sky.” 

It would take me a few more days to understand the significance of his risk in lingering there, making sure I got the message the Designer of those twinkling jewels wanted me to grasp.   There in pitch darkness countless stars glistened like diamonds across black velvet.  It was breath-taking. 

The next morning, I woke feeling even more committed to lethargy and anonimity within a sea of female faces.  My bunk shared a wall with bathroom toilets on the other side, flushing all throughout the night. Consequently, I managed only two hours of sleep.  So much for ear plugs & Benadryl! {Where did I put that pistol??}

If anyone had told me that morning I’d willingly step off a 45 foot platform hooked up to a giant bungee with two other women, I would have asked them what they were smoking.  Up until that moment, I rather enjoyed my reputation as an “indoor girl”. 

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Jumping for JOY!

There’s a reason this is called “The Screamer”!  Scream, indeed.  I missed the seat and held on instead to the pole in front of me.  

 The adrenaline rush awakened a sleeping giant in me.  Two hours later I found myself navigating a 1/4″ wire and ropes course, a zip line and a second 45 foot platform where I jumped off while lunging for a trapeeze pole.  I caught it but not without serious tears of fright. 
Life on the Ropes

 By Saturday, the thrill junkie in me had signed up to climb a 14er and rappell down a 150 foot cliff.  I’m not sure I would have been so eager had I known in advance the charming trail disappeared 1/3 of the way up and I would have to pull myself  by rope up a rocky, steep climb to the top.  {Note the fray in one of the photos below!}  And I’m positive I wouldn’t have paid money for this adventure had I considered the possibility my body would be slammed into a jagged mountain, bruising myself like a week-old banana & fracturing a rib.  Ignorance truly is bliss. 

So why was I engaging in such madness?  I’m not really sure.  I think it had something to do with a whisper in my spirit reminding me that life is worth living…to the fullest…even when my heart is breaking and even when I’m sleep deprived. 

I had a sense that the extreme adrenaline rushes were a physical representation of what God was about to do in me spirituallyLike drinking from a fire hose, my thirsty spirit was overwhelmed with all God orchestrated for me in the CAPTIVATING retreat.


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DiAnna Steele

Child of God, Follower of Jesus, Sister in Christ, Friend to the lost...

One thought on “Screams, Dreams & Stepping Out”

  1. If ever I had any doubt before, I don’t now. You are a WILD WOMAN! God’s wild woman. As for you being anonymous in a crowd of 350 women, NEVER. You would stand out even among millions. There truly is no one like you.

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