Somehow, on the phone last night, my sister and I got on the subject of flying. She doesn’t fly much, in fact, the last time she did was to visit me about a year and a half ago. I thought that I had somehow dodged the inherited family bullet when it came to issues of motion sickness until after I had my daughter. Now, pushing her on one of those new-fangled twirly devices on the super-modern playground with plastic mulch has my stomach upset after about 20 seconds.
My sister was sharing that, when they hit a rough patch in their flight pattern, she of course started feeling sick and immediately asked the flight attendant for a bag—and everyone started staring. The flight attendant, I guess despite protocol was more concerned with keeping the peace on her row (can we say “chain reaction”?) kindly gave my sister permission to go back to the bathroom and figure things out from there.
I’ve been going through some turbulence myself the last 24 hours or so, and again human nature always asks “why?” and here was God’s answer this morning as I did my daily stretches, maybe the rush of blood to the head helped: [is that why they recommend people put their head between their knees when feeling faint?]
“Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Perseverance must finish it’s work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask of God, who freely gives to all without finding fault. But when he asks, he must believes and not doubt, because he who doubts is like a wave of the sea blown and tossed by the wind.” (James 1: 2-6)
Whatever the “way out” of your turbulent situation—whether it’s the bag, a brisk walk, a change in perspective or just standing there, firm on a conviction, know that that the bumpy ride is producing something far better in you than you could ever expect, so hang on and keep looking toward the destination.