“He let East Wind break loose from the skies, gave a strong push to South Wind.” Psalm 78:26
One evening I flew out of Phoenix to visit my daughter, Susan, in Denver. The wind was nearly gale force, and I wondered about flying, Could airplanes withstand so many gusts? But I put my trust in the pilots and people in control of getting the plane into the air and safely landed.
About an hour outside of Denver, the plane began to rock and roll. First it went sideways, then up and down—deep drops. We had just been served drinks, and I witnessed a cup being held by a passenger and the drink cascading down from above. The turbulence worsened, and a flight attended sat on the floor at our row and had the men on both sides of the aisle lock arms with her to hold her down. College-age kids sitting behind me screamed and laughed every time we hit another bad spot as if they were on a roller coaster ride. By the time we landed in Denver, many of those little white bags you can find in the seat pockets had been used.
I never fear flying anymore, as I know how much abuse an airplane can take. My only prayer while flying is, “God, you know I don’t like pain, so if it is my time to go, please take me quickly.
Lord, thank you for being the pilot of my life when I hit turbulent situations. Amen.