Flying Alone

My son at 11 flew alone to see his cousins...no big deal really...the night before he said he dreamt he got lost in the airport. Of course we've all been through the anxieties of life. The first day of school, prom night, job interviews, the test, the big trip. The moments in our lives when our mind wrestles and runs the scenarios of whether or not we will succeed ( and we mean by that whether or not things will work out the way we want them to). Success doesn't happen when events work out the way you want them to (though I agree that is what we most often mean when we say success) but success is perservering through circumstances, regardless of what they are, in order to be shaped and conformed into the image of the person you are becoming. The journey of our lives (good/bad/otherwise) is the pathway to manifesting outwardly the transformation that has taken place inwardly. The beginning (new life) is certain and the end (glorified to be with him) is certain, it's the middle (being transformed into his likeness by the reknewing of our minds) that makes up the journey of our lives. Without struggle or hardship, without doubt or pain, without the angst of the unknown their is no stimulus to grow. The lesson I want my son to learn is that the anxiety of flying alone is the fear of the unknown which is simultaneously the doorway of faith.