I sit at 34,000 feet and wonder…. Wonder how it is this heavier-than-air, vibrating metal object can fly. And all I can conclude is that it is a marvel greater than my understanding.
Flight is a miracle.
When a heart lets go and flies free.
When one chooses to say “Yes” to God.
Disobedience, fear, distrust? They keep us anchored down.
To abandon all, to trust God, yeah it’s scary sometimes.
But only in abandon is there freedom. Only in trusting Him can we fly.
I fly with wings of metal and fiberglass; upheld in air.
This heart flies on wings of trust, belief; upheld securely by His love.
He doesn’t let us crash. Oh, I could choose to alright, and sometimes (read: all too often) I do. But as long as my life is in His keeping I can rest securely in His love.
He my refuge. He the one who fights for me. And, always, underneath me are His everlasting arms.*