Flying had never fazed me personally, but one quiet night when everyone was pretty much sleeping and there was nothing to do, I was sitting on my jumpseat and began to think about all the things that could go wrong, and which would pretty much result in my inevitable death, under the circumstances. Just as my mind started to imagine different scenarios and I could have gotten carried away, I had the most clear, calm feeling come over me, and the following thought came to my mind: “Your life won’t be one minute longer or shorter than it is meant to be. Fear not.”
This distinct impression caught me off guard, and I quickly realized the wisdom in following that counsel. Fear not. Living in fear does no one any good. If you are fearful of all that might happen, and it never comes to pass, then you’ve lived a life of worry and anxiety all for naught. Whereas, if you don’t fear, and something bad does happen, you just deal with it as well as you can at the time. If our plane suddenly took a deadly nosedive, I’d probably have a minute or two of worry…but there would be little I could do at that point. So better to not have spent my life worrying in the first place.
These were all the kinds of thoughts that I had that night, and there were significant enough that I wrote them in my journal. The date was
Two days later, I was never more grateful for that experience. Many people asked me if I would quit flying because of the attacks on September 11th. It had actually never crossed my mind…just as not driving hasn’t crossed my mind even though I've been a passenger in several accidents, and have known people who've been killed in automobiles. You may say that's not a fair comparison, but in reality, it isn't any different. Nothing is really in our control. We have a false sense of security in situations that are most familiar to us, such as driving. But there are no guarantees. Ever.
Being prepared as well as I can, and living with faith that things will all work out is how I've generally approached life. I try to be street smart, take reasonable precautions, do what I can to be proactive, responsible and ready for things, and self-reliant, but then I just leave the rest up to the goodness of God. In so doing I’m able to live with an undercurrent of peace that is devoid of unnecessary worry and anxiety.
No one gets through mortality without their customized supersized serving of trials and tribulations. But it is those very trials that operate as kind of a laboratory to teach us all that we need to know. Our problems seem almost like custom-made experiments to test and purify our metal. I love verses 3-5 in my favorite hymn, How Firm A Foundation particularly. That concept that when fiery trials come to us, the purpose of them being “our dross to consume and our gold to refine”, is of great comfort. Some of us need more refining than others. Clearly I’m one of them. But I’m grateful there’s actually a process to refine me. I’m grateful for the chance to grow.
I don’t seek for calamity nor do I handle hard times any better than anyone else. In fact I probably whine and freak with the best of them. But I’m glad I have that ability to live without fear and anxiety. Maybe I’m naïve, but it’s the only way I know how to do life.
8 comments:
Thanks for writing these thoughts down and allowing us the privilege to read them. This one hits home for me. I am a worrier by nature, this is something that takes conscious effort on a daily basis for me. Being a new mother this one is really hard for me. Thanks for putting things in this much needed perspective.
Thanks so much J. You've comforted a weary heart, and given me a lot to think about. So glad I have your friendship!
I am getting better at not holding on to my worries. They truly do have the capacity to paralyze. In The Screwtape Letters, C. S. Lewis has some wonderful thoughts about how worry is useless and a tool of the devils because it takes our mind out of the present, and the present is the only time that is real. He of course says it more eloquently, and he also writes that the present is where eternity interacts with time--time being linear and only measured unto man.
How Firm A Foundation is my absolute favorite Hymn! I memorized all the verses a few years back during a rough patch in life. I think I should make a point to sing it weekly.
Thank you for sharing your thoughts on the topic. Your beautiful writing style really shines in this post.
"How Firm a Foundation" is one of my favorite hymns for how comfortably it fits in my vocal range and for its reassuring message :)
PS and completely off topic. I did adore Hawaii (I'd go back in a heartbeat) and I did get a chance to visit BYU-HI while I was there; though I'll also admit that the high cost of living and the sheer distance from land intimidate me. I would be quite interested to know if your sister anticipates any IT job openings. I noticed neither of us have our email addresses published, so if you'd like to reach me off-comment go ahead and contact me at janellthegreat AT gmail.com :)
Great post. I've never been much of a worrier, but now I realize some people really are - so I might be able to help them at some point in my life. I've just always known that when I die I'll go to Heaven and there's nothing to worry about...though some people believe differently.
P.S. I love that hymn too!
You BETTER worry...your days are numbered! The sky is falling! The economy is failing! Health care is in critical disrepair! The presidential candidates can NOT be trusted! The Russians still have the BOMB and I hear they are more irresponsible than EVER! The Chinese are using up all the gasoline and concrete powder that's left in the world! The PH balance is waaay off in our food supplies! The plastic used in water bottles is giving us all cancer! bin Laden is STILL out there and he's plotting against us ALL! There's not enough riboflavin in my Cheerios!
AMD made me laugh! But I loved this post of fear not. It's excellent insight. I envy you your cool job. I'm not afraid to fly. I need to go work with you :) Love you girl! Oh hey . .. where the heck is that book I'm s'posed to be editing?
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