It was time to pop a Xanax- you know, just in case. But as I reached deep into my purse to find the little, plastic bottle, a thought fluttered across my mind..”You’re doing great so far, why not wait until you need it?”
I considered the idea as I scanned the increasingly loud and crowded boarding area. “OK,” I decided with surprising ease, “I’ll wait.”
About an hour and 38,000 feet later, the drink cart rattled by my side. It was time for a glass of wine..again, just in case. But as I turned to smile at the flight attendant, another thought came to me.. “Cindy, you’re doing great..why not give God ALL the glory for this?”
I asked for a glass of water.
Anyone who knows me, knows how I have struggled for decades with a crippling fear of flying. And yet here I was, up in the sky, traveling during the busiest week of the year to visit our kids…and guess what?
It was fine.
and it was totally fine..
I was completely fine.
As the plane began its descent, I turned to the last page of my Southern Living Magazine. There, the author had written about his favorite movie; Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. He had included one of its most memorable lines:
I hate to admit this, but the fear of flying is just one of the links in a long, heavy chain of stupid anxieties I have spent years creating and dragging around. Every one of these issues has in some way seriously inhibited my life. God’s message to me yesterday was a crystal clear:
Victory comes not in finding ways to alleviate the weight of my chain, but in finally breaking free from it.
Here’s wishing you and yours a Happy Thanksgiving and a life that is truly