grounded in freefall

Do you ever get a sense that you are just floating - waiting for your feet to find land so that you can report a location? Everything feels in motion because you are in motion and it's hard to orientate yourself when you are in a freefall. Those typical questions people ask depend a bit on roots, like "Where are you from?" and "What do you do?" My answers, in this freefall, are fluid and sweeping and noncommittal and perhaps a little evasive. I don't like to let people watch me grasp for ground - it's uncomfortable to flail about when you are used to being surefooted.

I don't know how to explain the strange and confident peace that covers my soul in all this uncertain discomfort. I sound like a broken record, but it's always about believing. Believing the Lord will make good on His promise to provide, protect, and preserve. When we believe God is a faithful promise keeper, the freefall feels different.

When life gives you freefall, become like an astronaut.

Does that sound cheesy? Probably. But, I imagine astronauts do not spend all their gravity-less time wondering if they will ever touch ground again or if there is ground at all all the thousands of miles beneath them.

I imagine they know there is and I imagine they stretch to enjoy the float. I know that astronauts are not in freefall - that they don't have to fear the impact on the other side of their floating. And my freefall in these uncertain moments is the same: I am secure in God's promises, secure in the solid rock of His word, secure in the refuge of His wings.

He is my ground when there is none underneath me.

Christ is my identity even as I'm floating in freefall and flailing. I am His and He is mine. He is with me in my present and He is my secure future. I am reading through Galatians and this morning I read,

for in Christ Jesus you are all sons of God, through faith. For as many of you as were baptized into Christ have put on Christ. There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus. And if you are Christ's, then you are Abraham's offspring, heirs according to promise. (Galatians 3:26-29, ESV)

My identity can't change mid-flight. I am a son of God - my inheritance is secured in Christ in the middle of all the insecurities I might feel. I have already been named an heir, through faith.

This is my solid ground.

The beautiful thing about putting on Christ like clothes is that He's with you in the freefall, closer than any other thing. He is my inheritance and secure future, but He is not distant and silent. He is breathing truth to my soul and filling my cup to overflowing. He is holding me together.

When I believe what He has promised, I do not doubt the ground. I do not doubt my future or my inheritance. My adoption means comfort more closely and hope more securely than any other thing.

God has called me His in this freefall. My flailing may not make sense and my floating might make people talk, but my heart is grounded in God's promises.