janette, vee, and my friend from HHL have all inspired me with their
incredibly vulnerable blogs. why does it make us feel better when
someone else is struggling?
i think it's because our own battles are somehow validated. one of my
conflicts is the fear of flying, something i have to do a lot.
this past week we took off from the beautiful denver airport on a
glorious indian summer day. unfortunately, the warm air combined
with the mountain updrafts created a turbulent 'sit op.' the pilot
followed a bizarre flight pattern for 20 minutes, flying only 1,000 feet
above the ground. did i say flying?
i meant bouncing and careening.
on top of that (no pun intended), we were piddling around at 300
miles per hour, half the normal speed. it felt like riding a bucking
bronco in slow motion . . . endlessly. the terror smothered me as i
imagine the hood used to stifle the victim before his hanging.
the Lord and i have been in this situation thousands of times and
He knows me so well. His word comforted my heart, even though
my mind was still a little undone.
"fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God;
I will strengthen you, I will help you. I will UPHOLD you with
my righteous right hand." isaiah 41:10
hans encouraged me with good common sense, "it's only bumpy
air. close your eyes and imagine an old gravel road. the plane can
easily handle this." but could i?
now i feel ashamed of my terror, my weakness, myself. maybe,
though, it will make you feel a little better about yours.