Today marked the instilling of a tradition that is now officially in place. I've settled on a name for the idea I blogged about a while back: My August Rush - that time, between 5 and 15 August, during which I resolve to do something that feels insanely scary, unnervingly out of my comfort zone and almost impossible - to serve as reminder of His undeserved grace and unwavering faithfulness. An 'active altar', as it were, of celebration and praise for the difficulties He has safely seen me through.
My August Rush for 2012: Braving the Burma Bridge. And what a significant crossing it turned out to be.
On arrival, we discovered that the valley over which the bridge crosses is called King’s Kloof, which added to the significance of making it from one side to the other safely in the hands of The King.
Last month I found this image and felt it indicative of the next season in my life’s journey: A season that might feel much like walking a tightrope. He was the rock beneath me in the valley (the place of deepest despair that, over time, became a place of rediscovery and nurtured growth) and He shall be the rails during the tightrope season.With this image in heart and mind, imagine my delight when Rocco (without being aware of any tightrope analogies) suggested the Burma Bridge as an option for my first August Rush! It was a done deal – instantly.
And as I crossed over King’s Kloof, precariously swaying every time the wind blew, the exhilaration and satisfaction I felt is almost impossible to explain. And though rather frightening an experience… I was doing it!
And so, at the end of today, I’d like to remember last year's trip to Willow Creek USA and thank Him for going ahead of me to prepare things in such a way that enabled me to make it 'there and back' during a time I felt convinced it was humanly impossible.
The Burma Bridge is a hanging bridge, consisting of a 4- cable system, 120m across the King’s Kloof Valley and approximately 60m high above the ground. It consists of a bottom cable which you walk on, connected to two cables which are ‘hand rails’ and wearing a harness, you are connected to a cable above your head. Even the slightest breeze has you wobbling precariously over to the one side.The famous words ‘don’t look down’ are totally negated here, as you have to concentrate on placing your feet neatly on the bottom cable, while staring wide-eyed down at the potential plunge. 
I had no idea such a thing exsisted do close by! Well done Mish - this would have turned my legs to jelly.
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