Fly Away

We recently boarded a plane for Virginia to see our beloved grandchildren and their parents. (Yes, the parents are beloved, too.) It was a difficult decision considering the pandemic situation, but we only live once. We brought the older girls with us to see their siblings. So it is a houseful of happy reunions and an introduction to the family’s new home.

I love looking at the clouds from the plane and from the ground also. It is easy to imagine myself floating through air or sitting on the soft white billows, if only I could. Sometimes I try to make the clouds appear as shapes; they move and change as the wind takes them on an adventure over land. 

I’m amazed at God’s creation of the clouds. He forms all different kinds of clouds to produce rain or to add beauty to the sky. I’m in awe of our God of Creation. Though I will always wonder about what happens to me when I die, it is a happy thought that I might fly away through the clouds. My guess is that for believers it will be better than I could ever imagine. 

“The length of our days is seventy years—or eighty, if we have the strength; yet their span is but trouble and sorrow, for they quickly pass, and we fly away,” (Psalm 90:10 NIV).

Thank you God for creating the beautiful clouds in the sky. Thank you for giving us imagination and faith to trust in You for whatever lies ahead. Amen.