Twin Falls

“Good morning sunshine.” Jonah sat on the bed next to me shaking me awake. It was our fifth day on the road, at the Best Western in Twin Falls, Idaho.

“Good morning, Love.”

“Better get up. We’ve got stuff to do today.” He was showered and ready.

“What’d you have up your sleeve?”

He winked. “You’ll see. Now get up.”

Within two hours I’d showered, eaten, and stood on the Perrine Bridge over-looking the Snake River. Today’s gut-wrenching adrenalin rush was bungee jumping. We’d watched a video, were trained on how the rigging worked, and taught to imagine the jump and mid-air maneuvers over and over.

“Jonah, I’m not sure about this.” I wasn’t necessarily afraid of heights, but jumping off a bridge with a rubber band strapped to my midsection wasn’t my idea of a restful day.

“Faith, that’s all it takes.”

“Faith in what?”

“Faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.”

“Eloquent.” I looked over the side of the bridge.

“Not mine. Hebrews 11:1.”

“Ah.”

“Okay you two,” the supervisor shouted. “You’re up,” We stepped over to the edge.

Two men came over and strapped me into the complicated rigging.

“Are you ready?” the burly, purple-haired man to my right asked. I nodded, thinking the only thing I was ready to do was vomit.

Jonah grabbed my hand and fixed me with his opalescent blue eyes. “You can’t be scared anymore baby.”

I understood.

“Okay, we’re going on One,” Plumhead said.

“What this we stuff? I’m the one jumping,” I joked getting few laughs, which kept me from soiling myself.

“Okay. Three…two…one.”

And off I went. I was weightless for about two seconds, then I jerked skywards.

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