Trust and obey?


My friend, may I ask you a question? What does panic feel like? Is it like a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind which eventually cuts a channel into which all our thoughts are drained? If so, does panic ever have a place in our minds?

My friend, life’s a story, welcome to This Passing Day. I’m Mark Brunner.

The slope of our driveway here at Beech Springs is such that if you cut a small channel in the middle of the drive, everything on either side of the channel will eventually drain into it. My wife Holly has always enjoyed cutting that channel. It's something about controlling the flow of that water that has always attracted her. She makes just a small cut into the ice in the winter or groove into the gravel in the summer. Eventually, as the volume of the melt or accumulated rainwater increases, the channel itself expands and, eventually, the entire driveway is cleared, by simply cutting a small channel right down the middle of the driveway. It's amazing how all the water eventually finds it's way to that one, small channel.

What does panic feel like? Is it like a thin stream of fear trickling through the mind which eventually cuts a channel into which all our thoughts are drained? If so, does panic ever have a place in our minds?

Here's a story: A young pilot who was flying in bad weather found himself in a difficult predicament when the weather changed for the worse. Visibility dropped to a matter of feet as foggy conditions descended to the earth. Putting total trust in his airplane's instruments was a new experience to him. He wasn't worried about the flying, however. Rather, he was concerned about being able to land. Flying alone with no visibility, twice he reached for the radio to broadcast, “Mayday!” Instead, he forced himself to go over the words of his instructor again and again and picture the pages of his flight ma