How Ridiculous

I remember as a child once when my dad took me out to the deep end of a pool. I was on a boogie board, and he was towing me with a rope. Excited though I was to be going where only the adults or the more talented of my younger friends were allowed, I was scared to death of falling off, or of some grievous happening in which I would sink and my father would be suddenly (though inexplicably) unable to assist me. Ironically, I remember thinking I could brave the 'deep end' of that same pool on my own. I'd be fine, I didn't need the worrying eyes of my parents looking on; I could do this alone. Somehow.

My assumption is that my dad loves and cares enough (then & now) that he'd never let something bad happen, or, -if anything did go wrong- he'd do anything in his capablity to reconcile the situation. (It was, after all, just my uncle's backyard swimming pool, not even one of those sketchy public ones with all the maniacal children running around.)

Saturday night found me driving home from a friend's place late at night in some dark mountain roads. I came to a place where I had two options of a route home; 1); drive through the more well-lit populated places (and take longer to do so) or 2); drive more dark and spooky -uh, I mean adventurous- mountain roads (no street lamps) and save time. The fear bug was coming back.

Having some faint foreboding of an imminent disaster that would seem to happen regardless of my choice, I mulled it over back and forth while I stopped for gas. Of course, my last option was to pray and throw my trust to God, but I did so reluctantly at the end. It doesn't really matter which way I went, because then it happened. Nothing incredibly horrible, that is. I made it home perfectly safe.

To think that when I venture out into an unknown spot in life that contains an adventerous quality -along with the impossibility of predicting an outcome; if I can't look to heaven, toss my hands in the air and say something like, "God, You've got this down already, I'm lost!" then what good am I going to be? Jesus had to be woken up from a nap on a boat in the middle of a raging storm on the high seas (Luke 8:22-25) because his shipmates were scared. He wasn't the crazy one; He knew logic. More importantly, He knew His Father.

So, whats so ridiculous? I am.