I am a motion sick flight attendant and a sea sick sailor
Begging the moon to turn its face aside and hold back the windy Tide
I’ve been put on this ride, and whether I am ready or not
My flight has taken off
I feel unfit for this fleet
And Dislike the fact of nothing but
Air between the concrete and my feet
The wind in this sky is nothing compared
To the turbulence in my heart
My mind is speaking and my ears are hearing
As the pressure around is caving and popping
With the elevation rising—
I feel unequipped
I get sick from the slightest movement
And my stomach turns at the slightest provocation
Yet in the midst of this occupation
I am called to serve
I feel I couldn’t have been created for this—
Due to my motion sickness
I have a job to fulfill yet the
Mind and body You created
Appear feeble and weak
Could it be me?
Maybe I should get off this ride
Maybe I am called to a job
That involves a solid, unmoving drive
At least something that can shake away this thorn within my side
I continue to feel that This plane is unrelenting
The pain and fear is peaking
However, it is in this moment when
I finally start seeing
A view from high above;
This that You created
I was created—
My motion sick mind does not dictate or control me—
I was created for You
Created by a God that is good
By a God that can see and perceive all of this affliction
Before it even happens
At the climax He counters it with affection
And it is at this time
That I recall to mind and therefore I have hope:
Through the beauty of this view and in the midst of this climb
Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed
Your unfailing love for me will never be moved
My motion sick mind cannot be trusted in this climate of notion
My perception is not clear
Until I come through that cloud and fog of fear
I realize that You are ever near
Your grace is sufficient
While I have this thorn within my side
I have become equipped and fit for this fleet through
Your strength and light
In which I am enabled to finish out this flight
Even despite an uneasy tide and a motion sick mind
Your calling will override
And Your love, I will always find
“Though the mountains be shaken and the hills be removed, yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken.” - Isaiah 54:10
