I’m staring at a rollercoaster.
Then I hear a voice beside me, “I’ll go with you.”
It’s my Daddy.
He slips his hand into mine.
We wait in line. I fidget. Run my fingers along the red, hard bars that lead us to the rollercoaster.
Then it’s time.
Up the first hill I hear that noise “click, click” all the way to the top.
I wonder if I’ve made a mistake.
I wish I could get off.
I grip the safety bar in front, knuckles flushed white with fear.
But then I look at my Daddy next to me.
The whole way to the top I say over and over something like, “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay.”
And it is okay.
I’m more than fine when we get off.
I ride the rollercoaster again.
Fear gives way to joy, to freedom, to the wind in my hair and the sun on my face.
As I drove last week, the “click, click” of worry in my mind, that exact memory rushed back to me, followed by this promise from my Heavenly Father…
Our security comes from the One who is with us.
The One who has promised not to leave us.
The One who has told us that whatever is ahead will somehow be worked out for good.
By the end of the last rollercoaster that day, I was raising my arms high until it seemed I could touch the pink and purple sky.
I pull into home and suddenly realize my heart doing the same.
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