Take a good look at this door.
Do you see it?
You see, I HATE flying with an absolute passion. Flying freaks me out. I believe that is my number one freak out, flying. To be in the air. It is unnatural. I know the reality though and living this far from family, it is the easiest and now, with rising gas costs, the most effective mode of transportation.
Not to mention, the horror stories my lovely husband feels the need to share with me as well, he is an Air Traffic Controller and knows about all the "close calls" that happen that are so well kept from the general public. Yet he reminds me that flying is still the safest mode of transportation... It still freaks me out.
So, last night before difting into dream land, I prayed. I prayed and prayed and prayed. God, please oh please give me a sense of peace about flying tomorrow... Show me that you are with me and comfort me.
I slept. No dreams that I can recall. I slept good. And did not want to take when the alarm went off at 5am for Charles to get ready and head to work...
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was this cross that seemed to be ultra dominant on the closet doors. I had never realized this before. It was just weird and like God was giving me a reminder that He is with me, thru it all. Wheather in the sky or on the ground. God is a constant, my physical location is a variable. (I did learn something from math!)
When I feel myself getting anxious about flying this evening, I remember my Savior who lives within me. Who is always there. In what seems to be the bad as well as the good. May the pilot and co-pilot be alert and awake. May the Air Traffic Controllers who will be guiding our plane from the ground be filled with knowledge as to guide the pilots. May the weather we are to fly thru be calm and smooth. May I not freak out too bad within the air. May no screaming babies be aboard the plane... okay, the last one is just for my sanity but not that imporant of a prayer. :-)
So now, do you see it?
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