Head in the Clouds

I got on the plane sat near the front next to the window to wait and watch for evening to fall.  The sun cast the plane's shadow on the ground, and with the roaring of the engine it seemed as if it were a great growling beast.  As we gathered speed the shadow kept pace until we left the ground, where it seemed to shrink and lighten until it was a small little kitten racing across the flat farm and dessert land.

When I am up in the air I can see how small I am in my little world.  I can see houses and fields and buildings and dreams just populating the land and valleys and hills.  But for some beautiful reason, I can feel, sometimes more perfectly than in our crowded and noisy little world, that God truly does love me, that He knows me, and that He is very aware of me flying over the world.  And He whispers that He loves me.

Life is beautiful.

It has been very cloudy in the area I have been flying through and the sunset was beautiful.  A deep ruby red accented with thick pearly white clouds.  As we flew through the city we were descending to, it looked like a fairy tale painting, with small lights flickering on, the sunset illuminated in the lakes and rivers, and boats docked at the shore.  

The world is beautiful in just the right places.