This summer Christ has been displaying His faithfulness in my life, and in more than one instance too. His only requirement of me is that I trust in His perfect will for my life. One such case occured recently while I was attending cheer camp. As the top person of my stunt group I'm required to be fearless when it comes to heights, and I always thought that I was. But just when my team was truly relying on this stunt to go up for our routine, I suddenly couldn't do it. I had done it several times before but now when my team needed me the most, I continued to fall. Over and over I kept repeating in my head, "Alisha, why can't you get this? You've done this before. You can do this!" I felt like such an idiot. My entire team seemed frustrated with me and I was more than frustrated with myself. I kept asking God, "Please, please help me get this!"
On our next break I called my mom and, in tears, explained my situation. She stopped right where she was and prayed with me through the phone. My brother overheard this conversation and told my dad that I was having problems. When my father inquired about the situation, my mom retold the story. This time, my sister was in the room and as soon as my mom had finished her story, my sister quietly disappeared to her room. She came back down a little while later with tears in her eyes. When my mom asked what was wrong, she replied saying, "I'm just so sad for Alisha." While this was happening in Sugar Land, my stunt group was three hours away attempting one more time to achieve the stunt. As we got set I waited to hear the "One, two" that I hoped would put me in the air. To my suprise I looked around and I hadn't fallen! After six more successful attempts, I went back to call my mom and tell her. In her excitment, she informed me that she and my sister had both been praying for me right about the same time that the stunt went up. As soon as I got off the phone with her, I burst into tears.
This was the realization point. If I hadn't experienced that little bit of sorrow, I wouldn't have been able to feel the joy that Christ brought me through answering our prayers. How amazing is our God that He isn't too busy to care about some little girl cheering at Sam Houston. In fact, He cares so much that He decided to move me to tears with His blessings even when I hadn't put my full trust in Him. I'm glad to tell you that the next day the stunts went up successfully while we were competing, and I went home with a better understanding of God's love and faithfulness towards His children.
