Whoa!!! Help me...

...I'm on the rollercoaster called my life!

And this craziness, the ups and the downs, the frantic screaming--wondering if I'll really survive the next corkscrew--makes me wonder: What, exactly, is really worth it?

There are those few people I have observed who seem to be ranking quite close to Wonderwoman--at least what they managed to micromanage and achieve through that process seem to have happened through some superpower or another.

I, on the other hand, am rapidly coming to realize that, just as rollercoasters seem to be getting scarier every time I ride them, life seems to become just as scary. And while I may have fancied myself some sort of Menno-Wonderwoman, the reality is that I am a frail human being with definite limits. If I try to defy these limits, my screams seem to become less squeals of joy and mor the blood-curdling shrieks of terror.

In direct contrast to that disturbing mental image, I stood in a pre-Christmas Eve service. The lights wer dimmed as choir and congregation joined in singing "Silent night, holy night..." unaccompanied. It was as though a holy hush settled on my soul. Tears sprang unbidden to my eys. I realized that, in the depths of my soul, I crave quietness. And I crave the connection with my Father that I have been missing. I long for time to sit and be still, knowing He will meet me there.

I long for peace in the middle of the storm. I want to know that at the end of this crazy rollercoaster, I will jump up and down with elation, convinced to the very tip of my big toe that it has been worth it!