It was the worst air turbulence I had ever experienced. You could feel the tension in the entire plane. All were silent. All, except for my three lovely children. They were in their own world pretending to be pilots. They were flying this big double-decker jet plane, and every bump made their game one step more exciting. After a pretty large dip that made many gasp, one of my children laughed and yelled, “Ah!!! We’re gonna die!” The siblings chimed in with “No, I’ve got it!” “This is so fun!” and commenced with their jet flying noises and “button pushing” on the back of the seat in front of them.
As I looked around, I sheepishly chuckled to those nearby and they, too, nervously laughed. Oh, to be a kid again! Oh, to have that child-like faith in something we don’t understand or have control over.
My children did not have a care in the world during that hair-raising landing. They were confident that the real pilot had it under control. If anything, maybe they thought the pilot was making the flight more exciting on purpose. Their child-like security and confidence in someone they didn’t even know challenged me in how I view God.
Do I trust Him this way?
There have been many ups and downs in my life. Sometimes they make me gasp, and sometimes I get nauseated by worry.
Where is my security? In what or who do I lay my confidence. I know life can be a bumpy ride. I hope I can shout and believe, “God’s got it! This will be fun!”
How can you renew or regain your security and confidence in God when it’s wavering?