It had been on my bucket list for years. I didn’t want to do it alone, so I kept putting it off. Made excuses. Didn’t want to spend the money.

Dear friends gave me a gift certificate for my birthday.

I got to go skydiving.

I have no idea why the idea of jumping from a plane at 15,000 feet was enticing. Almost three miles up with no place to go but down. The money was paid; the date was booked.

I was committed.

John managed to be out of town for the big jump. He’d told our youngest that it was her responsibility to clean up the mess if I splatted. And inform next of kin.

We headed to the coast early Sunday morning. We picked up Heather and the three oldest grands–I told them they could go fishing while they waited, and headed to my rendezvous with a parachute.

Upon arrival, I was handed a consent form thirteen pages long. Signing away any rights should problems occur during my time in the air. Broken parachute. Freaked-out instructor. Issues with the plane. I copied a paragraph explaining I understood the risks. Maiming. Paralysis. Death.

Not covered.

With what they were asking, I figured we should sign in blood.

Once they outfitted me with the harness that would allow me to jump tandem with a professional, I could barely contain myself. My daughter did the “Mom’s misbehaving” eye roll.

Couldn’t help it.

My partner/instructor, Jeff, was a character. Some might call his shtick gallows humor, but it helped put me at ease.

Once in the plane, it became real. When we leaped out, it became a thrill ride.

We had 70 seconds of free fall at 120 miles per hour. I could do nothing but grin. Feeling the force of the air, knowing the only thing between me and sudden impact was this guy tethered to my back, was incredible.

Putting physical distance between me and anything I was dealing with on the ground reduced things to what they really were. From up high, everything is small. The context was creation. The vastness of the sky, the breadth of the land. From up there, little molehills can’t be seen.

I need to look at life from a 15,000 foot perspective every now and again. Get my reality into view and have the mindset that what I’ve been given I can deal with.

With God’s help.

He sees the big picture clearly–past, present and future. He knows what’s coming, what I’ll go through. He graciously gives me choices on how I’ll deal with those things. He doesn’t prevent me from bad choices. He teaches me through them.

The best Teacher.

Jeff was a great instructor. I had his voice in my ear, telling me what I needed to do and when. I was confident because he’d done over 5,000 jumps and knew what he was doing.

I’m more comfortable with God having my back. He knows all things and is a good God. He gives me power and perspective to live this life with joy, purpose and hope.

And He definitely cushions my landing.

 

13 responses »

  1. Jan Gidel says:

    Ever, ever inspiring and FUN!!!

    • daylerogers says:

      Thanks, Jan. We’re never too old, are we? A friend of mine has a son who works with a 96 year-old man who’s been jumping for six years. That’s inspiring.

  2. You did it!!! Way to go!! I’m still laughing about John’s “pep talk.” Glad it was uneventful 😊 That did the oldest 3 think of Nana jumping out of a plane??

    • daylerogers says:

      Don’t think the kids were all that impressed–what impressed them were the single jumpers doing tricks before we ever had our shot. And I’m learning John just likes to cover his bases,

      • 😊😊oh John 😊😊 hahaha those single jumpers! Well those grands should be sooo impressed. If they don’t realize how amazing that was yet, they will soon enough.

  3. lynnmaynard says:

    You go, girl!!!! Would you do it again?

  4. lynnmaynard says:

    Reblogged this on Lines from Lynn and commented:
    I love this analogy. But jumping out of a perfectly good airplane . . . . .

  5. Alice Fredricks says:

    LOVE that you got to do something like that! A real Dayle Rogers thing! Yes, and your spirtitual application is right on! If we could only remember this when times are tough! Love you!❤️

    • daylerogers says:

      Amen. And amen. This was absolutely amazing–and I was shocked that I wasn’t at all nervous or afraid. Not jitters. No desire to back out. It was truly a gift from the Lord to be out in the sky like that.

  6. Good for you, Dayle! You still have a spirit of adventure.

    • daylerogers says:

      Thanks, Bill. Your story has been inspiring in that way–live full out for the Lord with what you have while you can. And enjoy the process. This was sheer enjoyment!

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