This past weekend my hubby and I went to Dallas, Texas to celebrate our friends Joshua & Simone’s wedding. We both have been super excited about this trip and we couldn’t wait to see all of our friends again. However, as the date to depart started to get closer, that excitement quickly turned into fear and anxiety.

I don’t know about y’all, but my anxiety when it comes to flying is on a different level. When I know I have a flight coming up, I start thinking the absolute worst. Then I scroll on Facebook and see one of those “a plane just crashed” stories. I’m like Oh, Jesus, it’s a sign, we are going down 🤦🏽‍♀️ Now all I can think about is if my plane gone crash. Will Jesus give me a final destination vision? Wait, there’s more, you want to know what’s even crazier? I am a frequent flyer, like I literally fly all the time, and yet, I’m still nervous about those what if moments. To my defense  I’ve had some pretty horrible flight experiences, I mean people passing out kind of experiences, horrible turbulence etc. so bear with me.

My husband knows me best, so he usually knows the deal before we get on the plane. I confidently prepare myself for the “Chill TF out Key” looks he’s going to give me. It’s kind of like that look your mom gave you when she told you don’t ask for nothing in the store, and you go in and ask for something  Y’all, let me tell you, we hit a pothole mid air. I mean this was a hard bump! It was O-V-A! My heart started to race super fast. I start grabbing onto his hoodie giving him the “We about to die eyes” and he just looked at me like I was a crazy woman.  That look somehow reminded me to keep my shit together. He asked dramatically “what’s wrong Key” and I’m like baby, I’m scared, what if something happens? He replied “What if it does, what can you do about it, you have no control over this plane. I’m like damn, it’s straight nothing I could do if we fell out of the air right now. It’s weird, because I’m so used to having control over my life that I didn’t know how to or wanted to give that control up. Boom, this is a flaw that’s been holding me back from being great this entire time.

We always try to have control over things in our life when technically our life doesn’t belong to us, but to God. How do you know God has control of everything? Because God works things according to his will 🏾 and the Bible has stated this numerous of times. Instead of grabbing on to my husband and thinking the absolute worst, I should have left that fear at the house when I prayed that God would cover the plane and let us make it to our destination safely. I shouldn’t even have that kind of negativity in my head causing fear in my life. Issa devil. So I started to pray and instantly I didn’t feel anxious anymore with the help of my husbands confident spirit 🏾 This taught me that first, I need to check myself, my spirit, and my mindset, because God should be at the center of my life at all times. He’s the only thing that I should ever fear. This plane ride also taught me that there are going to be situations in my life that’s out of my control. There may be a lot of bumps and even big ones on my journey, but I trust that he will carry me to my destination safely. Praise dancing 🏽Sometimes I just know he looks down on me and thinks 🤦🏽‍♀️ I didn’t plan to make her this dramatic, but here I am, about to die on the plane from a heart attack while everyone else made it safely. Let go and let God. Allow him to be the leader in your life. I’m learning everyday that my life is not my own 🏾 Have a good day!