November was that month for me...and today marks the offical farewell to it forever (honest...it was true when I started writing this and now it's 4 days later).
So, in tribute to time, I was marveling how SPEED is something that terrifies me.
Once, when I was skiing with my brother, he told me to go straight down this hill in order to maintain enough momentum to get up the small hill just ahead. He took off, like brothers do...and made it look easy. I started out okay. Really. Until I decided that I was now going "too fast" and I needed to get off the ride. Now.
So, at the fastest point of my descent, I sat down. (Shortly thereafter I turned into a glistening snowball...)
There's something to that "not being in control" stuff that hurts just as much. I'm fully aware that being in control is really only a facade anyway. It's something we convince ourselves we have in order to feel secure. Ultimately, I know I am not in control of anything (except for my attitude).
But acknowleding that I am not in control is still scary. Especially when it starts to snowball (like my body did that day), and when I realize the universe actually has always existed without my control, and will continue to exist without my control. The point is...only One really has it all wrapped around His little finger. God does. Nothing surprises Him. Not the flu, not stolen cars, not your brand new allergy to dairy. (He even knows where your missing keys are.)
He is in control of everything we are not. (All who trust Him enter a corporate sigh of relief here.)
THE END
(Oh...and Misty, that means there is no fear in losing control over your speed either. Next time enjoy the ride.)
(Oh...and Misty, that means there is no fear in losing control over your speed either. Next time enjoy the ride.)
