I think I‘m learning to like flying. To begin my vacation I had to fly from Saskatoon to Victoria. I wasn’t looking forward to it. I have flown only once before this, and although it was seamless, the thoughts of being suspended and powerless in the air still filled me with a certain amount of trepidation. Control issues? … I cringe.
Flight number 449 was about to teach me a valuable lesson.
I purchased the ticket so that the pilot and flight attendants could do their jobs. I am not a flight attendant or a pilot, my responsibility resided in seat C6 – p e r i o d. And to back up even further, from the time I stepped into the airport, I had zero authority.
Authority lies with whoever has the responsibility. I get into trouble when I think I have authority or when I don’t realize exactly what my responsibility is. I am not responsible to sell me a boarding pass; to get my luggage on the plane or to move myself through the security checks. I have yielded all that power to the airport security and WESTJET.
For instance. I had just bought a new hand cream but I forgot to move it from my purse to my suitcase for baggage check, and everyone knows what that means … security takes it. I have no responsibility for the safety of the other passengers on my flight. However, the people who are in authority are responsible for those other passengers; they call the shots. It doesn’t matter that the hand cream is harmless (in my opinion). It doesn’t matter what I think of the rules.
To arrive at my destination with ease, all I needed to do, was to allow myself to be funnelled through the process by those who were in charge to do so … and trust them.
Which brings me back to my original question: Control Issues? The ‘take-away’ for me was that, in all relationships whether they are short-lived or long-term, we move in and out of authority … in and out of control. Sometimes I will have all the responsibility and authority, and sometimes, I won’t have any say at all. Learning when and how will save me, and those around me, a lot of grief.
Thank you WESTJET. Not only for getting me to my vacation and home as well! But also a bigger thank you for this living lesson of truth.
~ Something to think about ~
Who or what tool is God using to sharpen down my rough edges of control?