I’m a huge roller coaster fan and I can ride them all day long, as long as the long lines and the heat don’t exhaust me too much. Like the years before college, I was able to go to Six Flags in New Jersey with my church today. It’s a weekend with a good weather, so it was obviously packed with all these roller coaster freaks like me.

To think that I’d be willing to wait more than an hour to enjoy something for a mere minute of thrill, it’s surprising how I lack patience in other parts of my life. Am I happy with my computer’s boot up time? No, but at a bigger scale, such patience that I had today would definitely affect my life positively.

To think that I’m able to trust that the roller coasters would be safe and release myself into the air without holding a thing, that’s surprising too. Even after hearing stories of people who fall out of roller coasters, I’m immediately able to have faith that it’ll keep me safe. Such faith exists within every single rider in the theme park, yet the faith that God desires us to have isn’t as omnipresent in our world.

What’s there to be scared of, when I can surrender all to God and he would lead the way? It must be the mustard seed sized fear that grows up at times.