He had been on a
long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching
problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten your seat belts.
Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We shall not be serving the
beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure
your seat belt is fastened."
As he looked
around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were
becoming apprehensive. Later, the voice of the announcer said, "We are so
sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is
still ahead of us."
Then the storm
broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the
engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great
plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the
airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it
were about to crash.
The pastor
confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. He said,
"As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers
were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many
were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then, I suddenly
saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked
her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything
within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes,
then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and
fear were not in her world. When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible
storm when it lurched this way and that, as it rose and fell with frightening
severity, when all the adults were scared half to death, that marvelous child
was completely composed and unafraid." The minister could hardly believe
his eyes.
It was not
surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and
all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to
the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the
storm and behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid.
The child replied,
"Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."
There are many
kinds of storms that buffet us:
• Physical,
• Mental,
• Financial,
• Domestic, and..
Many other storms
can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable
movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is
much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are
being tossed about a darkened sky.
Let us remember..
Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us home.. so, Don't Worry.
-- Author Unknown
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