I saw the word “mighty,” and my mind flashed more than ten years and many thousands miles back to a small plane, suspended in air over Lake Victoria in a lightening storm.
Yes. A big one.
Thunder is especially loud when it is all around you. And lightening flashes particularly bright right beside you. And, the lake below? Well, I didn’t look down.
Deep breaths. That’s what I kept telling myself. So, what if the pilot only speaks German? You can guess what he’s telling you to do.
Fear and panic gripping my heart, and my hands gripping the arm rest…both heart and hands frozen.
Then, perfect peace. Not outside the plane, but inside my heart.
I realized the plane was not suspended in the storm. It was held there by a mighty hand. I could almost see it there, carrying us over the water and out of the tempest.
Because that’s what it is to be mighty. To be strong in the midst of all the madness. To have power over all our problems.
Not long after, on a larger plane in another place in the middle of a winter storm, I prayed to the same God who carried us out of those clouds to clear these. And, he did. He opened a hole in the fog to let our plane land.
Because he can. He can calm waves. He can part waters. And he can hold us in his hands all the while.
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