The last time I was a (slightly unwilling) passenger on a roller-coaster was 5 years ago.

I know this because coincidentally, it was also the last time our family relocated, 3 kids dog and all, for my husbands work.

Those who know me probably don’t see me as a fearful person, so it may surprise you to know that I really don’t like heights.

I mean REALLY don’t like them. I’m not a big fan of uncertainty either. I like to know what’s coming and plan accordingly.

So what on earth was I doing on a roller-coaster, I hear you cry?

Good question.

We were mid-move at the time. That really horrible part where you wait for the legal people to do their thing. It feels like it takes forever and you get conflicting information from every email and phone call you receive.

A friend called and offered to take myself and our youngest daughter to a Theme Park for the day. I accepted because my daughter really needed a day out, and it would take my mind off things.

Mid afternoon, after a few goes on the more sedate rides, my friend talked me into going on the ‘little roller-coaster’. (Her description, not mine).
I decided to at least attempt to be ‘cool mum’ for the benefit of our 11 year old daughter.

The one thing I wasn’t was ‘cool’.

I spent the entire hour (well, more like 5 minutes but it felt waaaaay longer) muttering in tongues and screaming ‘Jesus’ at the top of my lungs. It wasn’t blasphemy – I was genuinely calling for help. As the ride came to a stop, it moved forward incrementally to allow passengers to get off. I panicked, thinking the ride was going round again
‘Oh God no! It’s starting again’
My friends reassured me that the ride was over, and reminded me how breathing works
(In, then out. That’s right, slowly. You’re ok)

When I got off, I was actually struggling to speak for several minutes, and my legs felt like I had borrowed them from an octopus.
I did get off though. It ended safely and the only damage was to my pride.

Five years on, I find myself on another, metaphorical roller-coaster, moving cross country again.
This time without my two eldest children. Who have now flown the nest.

Jesus is still with me though, and when this is over, a whole new roller-coaster ride begins, in a new city.
(I’m also grateful for friends who reassure me, and remind me how breathing works.)

‘Oh God no! It’s starting again’
‘Scream if you want to go faster’ says Jesus, with a wink.

My legs feel like jelly, but I’m game if you are, Lord.

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