He would lift me up so high, I was sure my head would hit the ceiling. It didn't. I might never understand why, because I was sure I was flying much higher than the house. The sudden drop was the most unexpected. Sometimes I would plunge so far it seemed that I would definitely hit bottom. Yet, close as it seemed, I never touched the ground. It was okay. I was in his hands.

To fly is what I long for. To laugh so hard that I can barely breathe is what I wish would last. Yet, there are sudden drops that bring me to tears. My fear of falling causes me to look down, and outweighs my trust.

However, if my eyes remain on Him, whether flying or falling, my joy remains unchanged. I am in His hands. That's all that matters.

Life is a ride. Choose joy. It all takes place in the grip of His hands.