The Faith of a Frequent Flier

I was on a flight this week that ran into an extended patch of rough air. The turbulence was like being on a roller coaster, as the plane bounced up and down. For the record, I hate roller coasters.

I kept reading as the plane danced a jig, until I heard a scream. A young lady, sitting nearby with her mother, cried out in fear. It was her first airplane flight. And she was overwhelmed by the turbulence, clutching onto her mother for dear life.

I understood. I smiled. I continued reading.

May the Lord help me to be that at peace when I am going through turbulence in my personal life, walk with Christ, and pastoral work.