Wednesday, July 24, 2024

Dear God,

How majestic is your creation when flying at 34,000 feet!  The massive, artistic, white, puffy clouds speak mightily of your majesty in the heavens.  As I flew the two-hour flight to Detroit, I leaned into the small airplane window and listened and watched as I heard creation sing her praise to you.  So, I joined them in song.  With the loud whir of the engines, I knew the only one that heard me was you, so I smiled and sang until almost touchdown.

There are so many ways you reveal yourself to us, O Lord.  Whether on ground or in the sky, your voice can be heard as we listen with spirit ears.  Although I battle with fear when I fly, I always find you in the seat next to me.  Joy spreads across my face as I whisper my joy and praise to you as creator of all things!

Holy, holy, holy

are you,

God Most High.

Thank you

for accompanying me

on my 

journey home.

Thank you

for the gift

of your 

holy presence!

Yours, Andrea