Project Rewire

My intent for my little blogging endeavor here is for it to evolve into a quasi photoblog of sorts, with a little narration from me. However, knowing God, His plan may be entirely different. We shall see where He leads me. For the moment, though, I need to go back in time in a few posts to get to "now" so you'll get the picture...

Project Rewire

actually began late this Spring. Then, kicked into full swing when I picked up a pair of brand new pink Crocs shoes in June while visiting family in PA. Adorable little Mary Janes, to be exact. The moment I saw those babies in Dick's Sporting Goods, I knew what God wanted me to do. He certainly knew I couldn't resist their cuteness and He used that little tidbit of info about me, too. Quite well, I must say, since they just happened to match the hot pink Infinity Power Parachute my husband and I own... the one I hadn't flown in for over two and a half years. And, oh yeah! They were in my size, too. Yes, indeed, God had planted them there! And, no question about it, He had plans for me! While my feet were ready to do the happy dance, under my breath to myself, I was saying "uh-oh and oh no!" I knew if I walked out of Dick's with those shoes, He expected me to get back into our flying machine and take to the air with my husband again.

Trust me, as much as I'd missed flying around like a bird, I was not looking forward to getting back up there. You see, I'd grounded myself when Epilepsy became part of my life. I questioned the wisdom of it, and allowed fear to set in. Those "what ifs" had bound me tightly. True, when we first got into the sport of powered parachuting, I really REALLY had to talk myself into it. Did I ever! But, I faced my fear head on and learned to manage it. It was not easy, though! I am utterly terrified of heights! Real airplanes, elevators and escalators, no problem. But, just me... kind of hanging out... in the thin air... with not much under me, I lock down and my stomach flip flops. Anything higher than the second step of a ladder, I cannot do! Even the mere thought of climbing into our powered parachute again and taking off... whewed me!

But! God understood my struggle... He already planned for it and nudged me to buy a new camera... using my sister, my niece, my husband, and encouragement from a cousin, and Costco! You know how the deals are with them, too sweet to say "no"! The price was right. I could not refuse!

Well, pink shoes on my feet and camera in hand, I took to the air again on Friday evening, July 25th, 2008.

(Just as an FYI, to alleviate any possible concerns anyone may have... the type of seizures I have are atypical... meaning, not of the usual Grand Mal nature when Epilepsy comes to mind. I'm not putting myself, nor my pilot, at risk when I fly... that is, other than the norm would be for someone who flies in a powered parachute. Which, honestly... is kinda risky!)