Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed,
for his compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is your faithfulness.
– Lamentations 3:22-23
I have a strong dislike of roller coasters. They make me physically ill-not enough to throw up, though I think that might help. I still remember my very first real ride (as opposed to kiddie coasters). I don’t remember wanting to go. I think my family talked me into it. I think they later regretted it too. I screamed all through the ride, but it didn’t help. The experience left me shaken and crying. I won’t admit how old I was.
I’ve ridden several since then each time hoping it would be different. If wasn’t. My body simply doesn’t handle being shaken around. I don’t like the sudden twists and turns or the slow ride to the top of a hill knowing that once I hit the top, I’ll be helpless to stop the increasing speed that ensues.
I don’t much like these kinds of changes in life either. I prefer to be right side up, but sometimes my life is not. I have little to no control over the sudden twists and turns. One minute, I’m headed in one direction only to find myself moving in a different direction the next.
One thing is certain in all of it. Whether I’m being jolted, looped upside down, or anticipating the arduous climb that will plummet me into more twists and turns, God is there. He is my constant companion whether on the rolling hills or the loop to loops. The journey of life might shake me to my core, but when the ride is over, I won’t be left shaken and rattled.