Anyone who knows me, knows there's not a whole lot in life I dislike. I'm down with brussel sprouts, I don't have any hard feelings toward the Seahawks, and bring on the rain, or the snow...It'll just make my love of the Sun stronger.
People, I love. Places, I love. Food, I love. New experiences, I love. People's stories, I love. Giving gifts, I love. Making tea, I love. Listening to music, I love. So, you get the point...I love a lot of things. And I like even more. And well I dislike almost nothing...
Except planes.
I more than dislike them. I don't enjoy them. I don't feel safe in them. Frankly, I'm terrified of them.
Millions of people fly every day. I get it. More people die in car crashes, again I get it. Flying gets you there faster, still got it (even though I myself enjoy a good journey, no need to race).
I've done everything. I've taken medicine. I've been prayed over, prayed for. I've read techniques. I've talked to pilots. I've sat and done little plane watching.
I'm still afraid. And fear is a powerful thing.
And my fear is keeping me from experiencing some great things and great places with great people. It already has and it will continue to if I let it. But that's not the point of this blog post.
The point is that my mother, the most gracious and loving and kind woman I've ever known...offered to go with me.
Now this seems simple, but my trip is free...my mom would have to pay like 700 dollars to fly with me.
But she didn't offer cause she cares about seeing San Diego. Not only would she have to get off work, but she would have to spend lots of money...and her time.
But she offered because her heart reflects the Father's. She offered because she doesn't want me to miss out on life. She offered because she knew the simple idea that she would be with me...could be enough. Could be a great comfort. Could allow me to feel free of fear.
I may not make this trip, but hopefully there will be more chances...and I will remember how my mom reminded me of the way Christ views me. He doesn't want me to fear. He doesn't want me to miss out on life. And He wants me to know that He is going with me...and He wants me to believe that enough to let it comfort me...
