Wednesday, August 4, 2010
Thunderstorms with roller coasters
It's raining, it's pouring, the little boy is crying?
Last weekend I went to Lagoon. It was fun to spend the day with friends and go on roller coasters.
Except the white one.
If you haven't been to Lagoon, the white roller coaster is old, and while you're riding it you feel like you're going to fall off to the parking lot below... Not fun.
We were at the gate ready to board the cart of doom and as the last group came creaking inward, I noticed this boy, had to be about 6--scared.
Not boogie monster scared, he was boogie monster ate my teddy bear scared.
As he got out of the car, his father came up from behind him and put his arm around him. The boy immediately embraced his father, and would not let go.
I bet earlier that day, the boy was running around, happy as can be, and if the father tried to love and hug his son, the son probably would've shoved him away or not really notice.
I wonder how many times our Father has wanted to reach out to us, but because we're having so much fun...we don't notice.
I'm not saying we shouldn't have fun. I think the hard thing to learn for most of us is to continuously hug the Father even when life is good, even when life is fun.
Not only when we get on the white roller coaster.