Tower of Terror

I’m not going to admit how Darin got 39” Karsyn on the 40+" hight restricted rides at Disneyland, but he did it all but one time. Karsyn is definitely Darin’s daughter. She road every ride, hands in the air and sometimes soaked to the bone…as in pouring water out of her boots after the log ride at 11PM! The one that surprised me was the Tower of Terror. On this ride you go up a couple hundred feet in an elevator, the lights go out and you free fall in the dark. If your seat belt was loose (like hers had to be) you will literally suspend above the seat. Most adults get a rush, most children are scarred. Karsyn, with her hands in the air, laughed her way through tower of terror…I was with her too. She loved it. The whole key to these kind of rides is to give the illusion of danger when no real danger exists. It makes you feel like you are living on the edge when in reality every possible safeguard is in place for your safety and enjoyment. Believe me, at this point in my life, if it hurts, I will not do it. But it was just really fun. It looked scary, but it wasn’t…assuming you are not prone to motion sickness. The difference between Karsyn and me was I knew the possible/probable dangers…like getting wet or motion sick. Karsyn only knew she wanted to be with her dad who said it would be fun. She entered the ride with expectations of fun, not anticipation of failure and the accompanying fear. She had a ball experiencing Disneyland's adult rides with her dad. He loved it even more with her at his side. It was for moments like these that Disneyland was built.

In a sense, our heavenly Father turns the world into one big Disneyland. Every day there is a threat of danger, (some of which are quite real). Every day Father says to trust and rejoice because He is in absolute control of the ride. He only asks us to sit back and enjoy it with Him. I want to approach life like Karsyn approaches rides at Disneyland, trusting, eager and ready for the ride.