The girls and I love to go to Bennington, illness [1] my Dad’s hometown. It is a town of about 600 people, drug [2] and half of them are my family. We recently went there for our annual trip to the Bennington Rodeo. Our first stop was to visit one of my aunts and to leave our luggage at her purple house. Before the rodeo, we of course, had to stop by “The Linger Longer” for a Green River, or a Fountain Drink. We went in grand style, as my au8nt took us in her red convertible. We then traveled on to the rodeo to eat some barbeque before the event began. Well, I ate barbeque; my girls had a hotdog without the bun. After we were done eating, the girls decided that it was time to scope out our seats. In the past, our seats were at the very top of the bleachers. This rodeo was no different. I found the three of them perched at the very top of the very crowded bleachers. Ugh. I sat down on the bottom row, hoping that the girls would want to sit alone from their dear old mom. “Mom, come up here, “the youngest one yelled. “Great, “I thought. Normally, I want to be with my girls as much as possible, because I know that the time they want to hang out with me is limited. This time, however, as I surveyed the crowded, old, creaky bleachers, I would have been happy to sit alone. But, being the mom that I am, I forced a smile and I rehearsed the “excuse me’s” in my head, before I made my first step. I was careful to be polite, and careful not to step on anyone’s finger. I finally made it to the top, and realized that victory was mine. I had made it to the top without hurting anyone, or myself, and I was sitting with three excited cute blondes. However, my genuine joyfulness, turned quickly to fear. We were asked to stand for the National Anthem. I looked behind me, only to be reminded that the only thing between me and the ground, which was a long ways down was a rusty metal bar. We stood up, as I prayed a little prayer. I looked to my right and smiled at the man next to me, hoping to get on his good side in case I needed to grab onto him and hold on for dear life. We stood, and I was relieved to find that no one came tumbled down the bleachers, especially not me. As we listened to our country’s anthem, I was aware how I was getting sea sick as the bleachers were slightly moving. I tried to focus on the singing, and not the bleachers that could take my life. I found that when I didn’t think about standing on the deadly bleachers, I wasn’t worried, and I felt steadier. When I thought about being high in the bleaches that I could tumble off of, I was fearful and worried. It reminded me about keeping my eyes on Jesus and not on my current unsteady situations that I come upon daily in life.
God is with me, He’s with you! He will carry you through anything! We need to focus on Him, and not the situations in our lives that we do not understand, make us scared, or worried. What do you need to let God hold you up in?
Isaiah 41:10 [3]
So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.