When we flew to Alaska, it was the first time I had flown since Johnny was in basic training at the Great Lake's Navel base. I had only flown once before that and had a bad experience when we flew to NJ when John and I were first married. One of the engines went out and we kind of fell from the sky for a few seconds. ( It seemed like an eternity). We made an emergency landing in Pittsburgh and continued on from there. I swore I would never fly again but when it come to seeing you kids you disregard all those oaths.
When we started our flight to Alaska I became so engrossed with the view that I forgot about being nervous and started taking pictures of the ground patterns, clouds and sky. As a matter of fact I probably took more pictures of the sky than I took on the whole trip.
Flying makes me feel very small and insignificant When you look down and even something as large as a semi truck looks like an ant and a person cannot even be seen, then you wonder why we think everything centers around me. When you compare the little speck that is me, to the whole universe and everything in it, my wants and needs seem beyond small.
Flying and childbirth are two things that make me know there is a God.
When you have a child and you look down at that baby and see what was created inside you body and started from a tiny speck and comes into the world with tiny hands, feet, eyes, and a beating heart that has been beating from the time it was no bigger that a grape, this boggles the mind. When you look out of a plane window and you see the land with all it quilt shaped patterns, the rivers making snake like twist and turns and the beauty of horizon, you know that something bigger than the me's in the world created this.
Even though I will never feel completely comfortable flying, it does reenforce my faith in God.
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