My family and I were flying home after two weeks in Southern California. It was the first time flying with the twins...wow, security is not prepared for twins and all the junk that comes with them, that is for sure. Traveling with twins is whole other blog. This is about my boy, Landon, who has flown a couple of times but it is still new to him. He is old enough now to comprehend what flying really is. A small metal tube, rocketing through the air, a couple of miles off the ground. The last couple times he has flown he paid no attention to the "dangers". This time, he felt the take off. The "tickling" in his tummy, the loud engines and of course the bumps. He felt the bumps.
When we flew to So Cal the flight was uninventful. Coming home this past weekend it was a bit shaky. Shaky enough for me to look up from my book and look for the masks to fall from the ceiling. We were dropping and then going back up again. Swinging from side to side. My oldest thought is was a roller coaster ride so she loved it. Others on the plane seemed a bit uncomfortable.
This most amazing moment happen between my son, who was sitting next to me, and me. During the roughest part of the turbulance, he knew it wasn't really suppose to feel like this. He felt the fragility of the whole situation for the first time. He held his armrest tightly and with wide eyes turned to look at me. I know what he was looking for. He was testing the situation. If dad is freaked out then he knew something was wrong. If I was clinching my arm rest and searching the faces of the flight attendants, he would know the turbulance is very, very bad.
He looked at me. I was fine. I smiled and held his hand and told him, "Sometimes, airplanes are bumpy. It's cool". In an instant he stoped knuckling the arm rests. He picked up his crayons and went back to playing and enjoying the ride, inspite of the dipping and shaking.
A leasson was birthed for me right then. In his world, I am his security. How I respond and react to what is happening around me, teaches him what is true or not true about what is happening. He has not idea I am just out of control as he is. Yet we do what Landon did when we face turbulance. Look to someone or something to tell us truth. Unlike me, God is actually in control. Unlike me God is actually knowing of every possible circumstance. So when life gets/is bumpy, we look to God and see he isn't freaking out. We can stop knuckling the arm rests of our life, and feel rest.
The bumps didn't go away. The danger didn't end. We were still miles away from the ground and in a tube speeding through the air. What changed is how Landon experienced that moment. How we experience life changes as we look to a God who doesn't freak out. He is at rest in the turbulance. We can also be.
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