Flying

(written Monday on my way to New Mexico).

I’m seated at probably 30,000 feet, overtop of the appalachian mountains. Actually, I think that at this point, I’m probably out past them, but I digress. I’m listening to AndyO, and watching the fog. I’ll hopefully have a picture of that for you guys…


I think flying is one of the ways that God subtly reminds me of His greatness… I mean, where else can you watch fog in a hundred valleys, watch lights turn off in big cities as they slowly wake up to the sunrise, watch clouds form and disperse?


So, while I may not thoroughly enjoy every part of flying, I’ll appreciate the goodness of the God who reminds me that He’s in charge, every time I’m in the air.