I wasn’t sure if I was closer to throwing up or passing out. Either way, anxiety gripped me so tightly I couldn’t think straight.
My mind drifted back to the moment I lay back in the chair for LASIK surgery.
What did I just agree to do?!?
This time was nothing like having surgery on my eye (while wide awake). I was merely climbing into a hot air balloon.
To fly hundreds of feet above ground…with all my children…in a basket.
Just a basket.
I’m not sure what noise was louder. Perhaps the traffic and the city coming to life at the break of dawn. Perhaps the racing beat of my heart.
I chose to step into the basket.
Sometimes a brave choice offers unexpected beauty.
Another fifteen minutes on the ground. A seeming lifetime of anxiety. Sometimes we jump and miss the opportunity.
But I stayed in the basket.
We lifted off the ground.
Almost instantly, my fear calmed. I was surprised by the beauty of stillness. I was surprised by the grandeur of silence.
I hadn’t noticed the noise until I couldn’t ignore the silence.
We drifted in the still silence. Just looking, breathing, smiling. Our pilot called us an oversized air molecule. No resistance. No breeze. No movement.
If only I could rise above the noise of life this easily.
Some days are so chaotic in my heart I hardly notice the noise. I press forward in my anxiety and overwhelm, and I miss the opportunity to be surprised by the silence in my heart.
Until I choose to worship through the noise.
“Come, let us worship and bow down, let us kneel before the Lord our Maker.”
Worship lifts my heart above the noise.
The beauty of stillness calms me. The grandeur of inner silence surprises me.
Yet, some days I rebelliously refuse to worship.
I refuse to step in the basket because I’m afraid. Because I grip so tightly to the cares of this life I cannot think straight.
It is a brave choice to worship.
Step into the basket and worship through the noise.
Today’s Seed of Rest
Turn up some music.
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