After 32 years, I finally got on a plane. There was frequent turbulence, and for a person who already doesn’t care for heights it was one for the books. I know I called on the name of Jesus (aloud lol) several times.
But in the midst of everything, I learned something. It became evident that we have a false sense of control on the ground. Driving feels safer. I have the ability to steer the wheel and say where the car goes. However, in the clouds, miles above the ground I had no choice but to trust God. I had no say where the plane flew, how fast it went… whether or not it fell from the air. I had to trust He would see me safely through.
As I was waking up a few months later, during a time I was deciding whether to try again at a previous failure or remain comfortable, the Holy Spirit whispered, “It’s safer not to fly.” And as always, He’s right. It’s safer on the “ground.” It’s more comfortable maintaining a false sense of control. Getting to where God desires to take us requires giving all that up. It requires flight! The “safe,” scenic route that doesn’t require faith is always an option. We can remain totally dependent on self, if we choose. Or, we can take a risk, and catch a flight with God as pilot.
Which will you choose?
“Yes, my soul, find rest in God; my hope comes from him. Truly he is my rock and my salvation; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. My salvation and my honor depend on God; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. Trust in him at all times, you people; pour out your hearts to him, for God is our refuge. “