30,000 Ft and still Coloring

My daughter is afraid of all the wrong things. We just got back from 3 great days in Orlando and Maddies first trip to Disney. When Maddie gets scared she normally puts me in a headlock, wraps her legs around my chest tighter than Rosie O'donnell in skinny jeans and starts screaming specific instructions on how we escape the current horrifying scenario. Like at the main street parade on Monday it was the monkeys from the Jungle Book. Tuesday it was Miss Piggy from Muppets 3D and yesterday (we should have seen this one coming) it was everything at the Rain Forest Cafe'...for the place where Dreams Really Do Come True there were a lot of nightmares. Then yesterday as we are flying home going 500mph at 30,000 feet in the air, flying through storms of appocolyptic size she is laughing and coloring away and her only concern is that she did not getting enough peanuts (see even a four year old knows when they are getting ripped off). Meanwhile, the plane is shaking like a cocaine addict and I'm giving the plane its last rites (no, I'm not Catholic, but the Keller Williams real estate agent beside me was so I knew she would appreciate it). I'm scared to death because I know we are nowhere near the Hudson river and the guy flying didn't look anything like Captain Sully and what are the chances of two great survival landings in a 12 months period of time...but Maddie isn't clutching, screaming or panicked at all because there is no mechanical stuffed animal around and life is just fine. It made me think of Matthew 10:28 Do not be afraid of those who kill the body but cannot kill the soul. Rather, be afraid of the One who can destroy both soul and body in hell. Sometimes God is probably looking down saying, wow, I can't believe you are afraid of this experience you are going through that is meant to bring you fulfillment and enrichment, and this other circumstance you allow in your life should probably be a little concerning but we just kind of sit and color through it.