So the kids have had their turns to post and now I guess it's mine (Benj). In the same spirit as the kids posts, I'll start mine with a very direct statement about how I feel...
I do not like roller coasters.
I never have.
The first time I rode one, I didn’t know what I was in for and by the end I had pretty well decided I was not a fan. I’ve ridden a few since then, mostly out of peer-pressure or for the sake of saving face amongst those who may otherwise have made chicken noises in my direction, but each time, I’m reminded of the simple fact: I don’t like roller coasters.
I realize it is such a cliché to start anything with some iteration of “life is like…” but sometimes it’s hard to avoid. It seems especially difficult to steer away from the roller coaster analogy when each metaphorical clacking ascent, microscopic and inexplicably brief moment of exhilaration at the apex, and anxiety inducing, stomach-into-throat plummet back down to the bottom come so closely on the heels of the one before. But the truth that I have come to terms with is the fact that this is a pretty accurate way to view life, at least from the perspective of the rear-view mirror (mixing metaphors is a practiced specialty of mine).
I know that this experience is not unique to those who live outside of their birth country but that is where I exist, so that’s where I write from. I am far more aware of it here then I ever have been before. Our life recently, it seems, has created this wave pattern that is frenzied and frantic; a significant disappointment on the heels of a great success, an exciting shift followed immediately by an unfortunate set back. When the climb to the top is gentler, or the time spent on the summit more leisurely, then the fall back down tends to seem less difficult to stomach (pun intended).
I’m not complaining here by any means, simply observing. I am so grateful for the rise, the journey to the top and for the view when we get there. I’m grateful for the lessons learned and the growth that happens through the decline and the times in the valley. I’m praying for more grace and greater faith. I’m seeking the perspective that hind-sight affords to view the hills and valleys ahead. I’m trying to learn to appreciate the metaphorical amusement park ride of life though I still plan to leave the real thing well enough alone.
This terrifying contraption is at Wonder Land Amusement Park in Kampala. On a trip in 2009 we brought a bunch of kids to experience this place and no one died! I, however, did not, for so, so many reasons, ride any of the rides.
