Isis.
Beheadings.
Storms.
Fear.
Martyrs.
Slavery.
Broken.
Weary.
Lies.
Death.
Steal.
Kill.
Destroy.

I’ve always liked flying.
Until recently.

Because fear and lack of faith and because I like to be safe.
Yeah, I know I can’t control anything of this life and a car accident or a trip over a misplaced rock can bring life to a halt, but I don’t think about that daily. I can’t.

I like to be safe.

And perhaps flying above the ground in a man made bird doesn’t seem safe right now.

Turbulence.

Shaking in a man made bird. My heart is gripped in fear.
My mind races. Imagination overhaul.
I fall into my faith, because it’s all I have.
No control. No safety net. No harness.

Just faith.

The just shall live by faith (Romans 1:17)… and belief.

Belief that God is good.
Belief that HE is my rock.
Belief that He is my salvation.
Belief that He is my shield and refuge and my present and right now, right here in this man made bird, my help in trouble.

I look out my window and I find peace.

Flying above the clouds, this man made bird soars into the heavens. Far past the horizon is nothing but glory. The wonder of God, who created man in his own image with the imagination and genius to create a man made bird to fly and soar above the clouds, far past the world of his creation into the sky. The whole world looks up to the heavens and they see clouds. Below, the earth is full of storms and cold fronts, blizzards and tempests of all kinds.

The whole earth looks up and all they see are clouds, but here in a man made bird I can see beyond and above the clouds. And everything below seems small.

I think of the old picture in a family bible that use to sit on our table in our home growing up. A blue, leather bound, weathered bible with the Spanish words ‘Santa Biblia’ written across it in heavy, gold print.

Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty. His Holy, Sainted, Sanctified word of truth.

The picture inside of the sainted word is that of Jesus holding the world in his hand.

The old song of days gone by enters my heart,

“He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands,
He’s got the whole world in His hands.”

The whole world.

He sees it all. The awful war torn, the sad and hungry, the traded and degraded, the small and forgotten.
And He sees me and mine in a man made bird, afraid and imaginative and doubting, above the whole world.
And He sees you wherever you may be.

He’s got the whole world in His hands and HE is watching.

And the whole of it is small in comparison to His love and His grace.

I think on what I believe.
I believe in His love and his grace, in His compassion and His power and I think of the world and all that is in it and the sin that overwhelms it and I remember that picture and I believe.

And I am safe and I am loved and I am free.

He’s got the whole world in His hands.

 

You are His Beloved,
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