On our flight back to Georgia last Saturday we had some of the worst turbulence I’ve ever had the pleasure of experiencing. Okay, so I’m being sarcastic with my word choice. I couldn’t stand it. As we bounced around the not so friendly skies several times for several minutes, I tried not to be nervous. I glanced at my son thinking maybe I would need to reassure him. His head was buried in his Kindle and he was busy designing another house in Minecraft.
As I prayed for God to give the pilots wisdom, I watched my son’s lack of concern. The turbulence didn’t even phase him. We could have simply been riding along uneven pavement down I-75. He was completely oblivious to the fact that we were thousands of feet in the air and lacking any means to “control” the situation.
Easter fell on March 31 last year. Last Easter, we were still living in North Carolina. My husband had recently gotten word that his job was coming to an end and we were in the process of trying to figure out what was next for our family. My husband had some job interviews lined up down in Georgia the first week of April so we made the 11 hour drive down there the Saturday before Easter. We stayed the night at my brother in-law’s house and attended Easter services at his church the next morning.
One of things I remember about that service was John Mark McMillan’s song, Death in His Grave. After the service was over, I said to my husband, “wouldn’t it be cool if you ended up getting this job, we would already have a church to go to.”
As Easter approaches this year, I’ve been thinking about that song quite a bit again. I’ve been thinking about the hope packed in the words “on Friday a thief,on Sunday a King. Laid down in grief, but awoke holding keys” The journey to triumph will often start with turbulence. The words in this song remind me to keep holding on. They remind me to keep praying to the pilot in my life, to the One who conquered the dark and hopeless looking days.
There are very few things in my life that I have “control” over. When bumps and uncertainties arise, my job is to hold on tight and trust the King.
I love the story of Easter and the way it unfolded. It’s a constant reminder of hope and comfort. Turbulent and challenging seasons are often inevitable and unavoidable. And, sometimes, as we learn from the Easter story, they are even necessary in order to get us to the desired destination…to a place of victory.
Hold on. The King is coming.