On the lift
Warming up by practicing a perfect pizza stop
My first ride on a 6-man lift
The only way back is skiing downhill
Scared to death, but actually doing it AND loving it!
Nadia and David are my other two teachers.
Nadia is so good!
David crushed into a tree at our meeting place to cheer me up, so I was not the only one wiped out that day.
The view of the Alps across from the mountains we are on.
Taking a break
A couple more runs with Nadia
It's all about the outfit, I tell ya. Looking good helps me ski better. It was a much better experience also because the snow up there was awesome, and falling many many times did not hurt as much. Also, since I had my own helmet this time, and Scott could keep his on, I did not have to worry about his safety and was able to focus on my snowplow technique instead.
In conclusion, I want to share what I said at Church the following Sunday. Given this was a life changing experience for me, I sounded like this: "If you look at skiing, it's sort of like life. We have to master twists and turns, fall a lot, get hurt and get back up. But there are stretches when we feel sheer happiness and exilaration from the wind on our faces, from realization that we are actually doing it and doing it right! But then, no matter how good we are at skiing downhill, the climb back can be dicouraging, exhausitng, if not impossible. That's when we need the lift, a big huge pull upward. Isn't it like the Atonement of Christ, or God's power that can do that for us? No matter how good I become, I am still not good enough to save myself in the God's kingdom, I still need his grace and his help. Without it I'd be stuck at the foot of the mountain trying to conquer it on my own and still never make it to the top." Something like that. Amen.
You looked fabulous on those slopes!
ReplyDeleteI love the parallel you drew between the gospel and skiing - you're smart and stylish!
LOVE IT!!!!!! :))) kakoe prekrasnoe sravnenie!
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