As far back as I can remember I have had a fear of the Ferris wheel. I have never successfully rode a complete ride on the Ferris wheel - I have always gotten off the ride before the ride ever began - all during the loading process. (There is just something about those chairs that makes me a bit too nervous!)
Perhaps, it was reasoned, that with childbirth, child raising and just general maturity - this time would be a bit different ...
WHAT WAS I THINKING?
I can tell you that I rode the complete ride through the rotations - aren't you proud of me? - (Only because we were the last ones to get loaded onto the ride before it started!)
My husband did not quite see how much trouble I was having until Abbey pointed out to him that it looked like Mom was crying - I was!
Much to my relief - my husband came to my rescue and told the ride operator that one of the people in the blue chair was having "difficulties" - and needed to get off the ride. I was the next one off .
I can never go on one of those again for two reasons. First, I am terrified of the ride - an no matter how much of life I live I will never outlive that fear. Second, because I told the Lord that if He got me off that ride alive I would never get on it again - I mentioned this to Him in heartfelt prayer - at least 8 times while I was going around and around!!
The last picture is a silhouette of Rachel and DAD enjoying the Ferris wheel. Just as things should be!!
Enjoying my life on the ground,