Flying. In the clouds and then through the clouds in a little can of metal; The truth is, I really shouldn’t be here, but God allows me. He lets me see this view. He lets me soar. As I go higher into a clear sky I know that my flight is not the only thing that should be impossible for me, yet happens anyway.
I shouldn’t be forgiven from mistakes that I keep making…but I am.
I shouldn’t have food and clean water and a home when other people don’t….but I do.
I shouldn’t be able to walk down the street fearless when other people are scared for their lives…but I walk.
I shouldn’t have three beautiful children and a faithful husband and a family who loves me when others are so lonely they can’t breathe…but I have.
I don’t possess wings, but instead have feet and legs and a solid heavy body. I also am holding a bag full of necessities, a book and a phone. I shouldn’t be gliding above a thick layer of clouds while the sun covers them in visible beams which chase the shadows that other clouds make as they drift in their own layers above. But…I am. God allowed me up here to witness this. To enjoy it. To see His work.
Why me? Why do I get this privilege?
I don’t know. But nonetheless, here I am. So I put my book down and watch. I witness what He is putting in front of me. I admire the perfectly formed puffs and the robins egg sky and the towers of cloud out in the distance.
It all so obviously speaks to His greatness up here. Maybe so with those other areas too. All the good and wonderful things come from above and I start to see that His greatness shows in those too: in the family with which I’m surrounded, in the safety I experience, in the security I am given.
Gratefulness swells inside of me and maybe, maybe, that’s the key: to be grateful for His greatness in every area. To be so intentionally grateful that it drives out the guilt and leaves instead an overpowering desire to help everyone see His greatness in these things. To let Him use me in creating a world where these beautiful gifts are shared by every single precious body. To allow gratitude for His gifts and awareness of His greatness be the driving impetus in finding the part I’m supposed to play in making security and comfort and love a part of the life of each person He puts in my path.
God lifts me up above the clouds. He can show me how to bring that light into the lives around me too. It just takes one small hole in the clouds to let the sun touch the earth below.
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