Recently, we have been making some miniscule, but none the less, brave, attempts at removing some of the clutter in our house. Amy would be so proud! I could post up a picture of what our kitchen desk looks like tonight: my side, gleaming, pristine, and just as fresh and naked as a newborn baby's butt; and David's side packed 3 rows deep and towering to the overhead cabinets; but that wouldn't be fair. Because the truth is, he has been helping, too. He single-handedly, completely emptied the junk drawer, and streamlined the port-side cabinet over the stove, and now, for the first time ever, I have a place in my kitchen to put the dish towels. Truly a wonder!
So, what does this have to do with the puzzle of the roller coaster ride? One of the hidden gems that I uncovered today was a devotional article that I had saved from the Campus Crusade publication, Worldwide Challenge about a roller-coaster ride, written by Deborah Robbins. I hope she won't mind me sharing it Under the C.
"Walking toward the mountainous twists of steel beams and magnets, my heart beats a little faster. With every step closer to a roller coaster, I get an incomparable rush.
As I wait in line, I hear the shrieks and squeals of exhilarated riders. Then it's my turn. I jump into my seat, pull down the chest guard, and fasten the belt. The attendants double-check the locks. I know that I am safe, but my heart pounds even faster.
Slowly the chains crank me up the first hill, and I leave the secure ground. I know the track continues beyond the first hill, but I can't yet see it. My heart continues to race.
I reach the zenith, and suddenly I'm flying. The coaster, twists, turns, flips me upside down. I never know when the ride will end, and during those incredible moments, I can't decide whether I want it to or not.
Sure, I can choose to meander through the park, watching others ride the rides, spending all my money on memorabilia. But then I would never feel my heart beat.
Throughout life, God gives me similar opportunities to walk in faith, trusting Him through uncertainties. I can choose to ride the ride of faith, like when I initiate a spiritual conversation with someone. Or I could just stay on the ground, where everything appears stable.
Without faith, it is impossible to please God. With faith, I please Him, experience His hand of safety, and I can feel my heart beat. What a ride."
I hope you are inspired, as I am, to risk experiences that allow us to feel our heart beat. And now that I have saved this story in a safe place, that's one more piece of paper that can leave my house!
Oh, and for the record, I DO love a great coaster!!