I was hangin’ out at my local Starbucks, my office, this morning and I had another one of those God moments. Those moments that just happen and you get caught in the middle. Love those.

As you read in my previous blogs, our church went skydiving for Jesus and we had a great time.

One interesting side note to the jump was I had a friend go with us that I had met and became acquainted with from my local Starbucks. He had a desire to skydive and mark it off his bucket list before he checked out. So he went.

He’s not a Christian and admits he is not a very religious man but he wanted to tag along with a bunch of crazy Christ followers to risk his life to skydive. To me that is amazing in its self. I think he was more nervous hangin’ out with us than jumping. Not sure about that but he looked a little nervous when he met us in the parking lot for prayer prior to leaving.

I met him this morning at Sir Bucks and we had a conversation about the philosphical sides of the leap of faith and what we experienced. We did share some of the same emotions but we did have one stark difference in our experience.

He said he was in sheer panic mode when he left the plane and felt that way until the chute opened.  He said he felt like he was totally out of control during the free fall. He compared that feeling to us as humans when we’re born. Once we leave the womb we are in a free fall with no one there to help until we find a mentor.

With that I told him that I experienced something totally different. I experienced God’s amazing peace. I was not nervous at all once I left the plane. I was totally at peace and was enjoying the free fall. I told him I knew who had me and was confident in the jump master. Besides, what could I do, change my mind?

As we talked about the jump I shared with him where that peace comes from and who gives it if we just surrender our lives to Jesus much like we did to that jump master who was strapped to our back. We were not in control at all even when we thought we were. The jump master had us in his hands the entire time. We just couldn’t see his hands working while he worked the chute. Acts 11:21 reminds us of that.  Trust God’s hands. They are working in your life even when you don’t see them.

I love these God moments. I don’t even have to ask God to bring me people to share Jesus with.  All I have to do is put myself in His hands and let Jesus do the work. WOW! How cool is that?