Swiss engineering slices an arc and curves us skyward. We are 175 feet above the earth. I love the earth.
I paid for this adventure–$10 Canadian per ticket. We are on the edges of my comfort zone. We put the speaker on mute so that I don’t have to listen to the details of our plight.
I am suspended right here, afforded a birds-eye view of majesty. So why is there a pit in my stomach?
Isn’t this where God calls me to live? Hanging on to my hope in Him. Knowing that though I may not feel the ground beneath my feet, He has planned from long ago to carry me. Oh that I might trust Him more as He holds me safe.
Here is Spurgeon on the subject: “Still underneath us always are ‘the everlasting arms.’ We cannot fall so deep in distress and affliction but what the covenant grace of an ever-faithful God will still encircle us. We cannot be brought so low as to be beyond the reach of the ‘everlasting arms’-they are underneath us; and, while thus sustained, all Satan’s efforts to harm us avail nothing.
This assurance of support is a comfort to any weary but earnest worker in the service of God. It implies a promise of strength for each day, grace for each need, and power for each duty.”
~from Morning and Evening, November 11