My day started at 5:45 this morning and as I type this it is 9 in the evening, Pacific Time, which means it is midnight for this Atlanta girl! Needless to say I am about ready to shut down and go to sleep but couldn’t do that until I had touched base with you!
I walked, with a horde of other people, into a metal tube that was outfitted with engines and wings and took a seat by the window. As I looked out the window I thought something big was following us until I realized I was looking at the engine! I looked at all the screws holding the engine onto the wing and wondered if the person who had riveted them into place had been drinking or on drugs as they held that tool that made the engine which was about to be responsible for keeping me alive! As this tube began to taxi down the runway the speed of it pushed me into my seat and then it happened, the tube left the ground! I did a quick search on what holds an airplane in the air and found that it is four forces! The four forces are lift, thrust, drag, and weight! Weight? That helps keep it in the air? I had to ponder on that for a moment and since we had been instructed to put our electronic devices into airplane mode I could not search any further!
I had felt the force of the thrust and was currently feeling the lift as I reached over and took my sister’s hand and said a quick prayer. Now I watched out the little window, as the ground underneath us grew further away. We climbed to a height of 36,000 feet and as we got to that height suddenly there was turbulence and we were tossed around for a few moments and at one point it felt like the bottom dropped out and I remembered getting on amusement park rides that had a similar sensation. I decided that if the plane went down I would not be afraid because it would mean I was about to see my mother and daddy again and that was not a bad thought, at all.
From that great height I looked below us and I couldn’t see lines drawn on the ground that separated cities or counties or most surprising of all, there were no boundaries to show me where Texas started and stopped! I couldn’t see people at all! Suddenly I felt very small. I thought about the tiny little (please excuse me for this) piss ants that have invaded my kitchen and how easy it is to exterminate them by the dozens at one time and I turned to my sister and said, “I just figured it out, we all look like piss ants to God!” Well, I know the Bible tells me that he knows and sees when a sparrow falls and that He knows the number of hairs on my head, and what is my natural color at any given time, but when you think of the enormity of Him looking at us, oh my goodness I felt over whelmed!
No wonder David penned Psalm 8, which says, “God, brilliant Lord, yours is a household name. Nursing infants gurgle choruses about you; Toddlers shout the songs that drowns out enemy talk, And silence atheist babble. I look up at your macro-skies, dark and enormous, Your handmade sky-jewelry, Moon and stars mounted in their settings. Then I look at my micro-self and wonder, Why do you bother with us? Why take a second look our way? Yet we’ve so narrowly missed being gods, Bright with Eden’s dawn light. You put us in charge of your handcrafted world, Repeated to us your Genesis-charge, Made us lords of sheep and cattle, Even animals out in the wild, Birds flying and fish swimming, Whales singing in the ocean deeps. God, brilliant Lord, Your name echoes around the world.”
OK folks it’s time for this girl to hit the sack, but let me say that I didn’t mind the lift nor the thrust, but feeling the drag as we started hurtling toward the earth in the descent gave me pause, did I like that? Not so much, so signing off from here for now from good old California!