Wednesday, October 28, 2009

My dearest God,

Faith is a bumpy ride. On a recent airplane trip, the clouds had their say tossing the plane up and down and side to side. Fishtailing onto the tarmac was scary and we wondered if the plane would do as designed to move straight forward or slide and crash. The pilot kept control and we finally taxied to our destination. In the end all was well.

It seems that faith is like that ride. Just when I think I am riding high in faith, trusting you wholly, I find myself hitting one of those bumps. I too am tossed to and fro not quite sure where I will end up. I get that ominous feeling in my stomach and I wonder if I too will survive the ride.

Yet just as I walked away from the plane unhurt, so do I move in faith mostly unscathed. It doesn't mean I don't get tumbled around or that I don't give in to fear; it just means that the bumps remind me that life is not free from ups and downs. Neither is it free of your presence. Just as I had the sense that you were holding us in the air so do I know you hold me in the jostling moments in life. The bumps give me the opportunity to cry out, "Abba, Father!"

Good and Gracious God,
I ride
the bumps
with you,
knowing you
own the wind
and the rain.
Allow me
to give you praise,
Wondrous Savior.
I love you.

As always, Andrea