When I was a young boy I dreamed of flying. I wanted to learn how to fly,
blasting off from the earth, soaring high in the sky, and bursting through the clouds
at the speed of sound. That seemed to me like the ultimate thrill. Being a
pilot seemed like the total dream job.
Alas, back in those days you had to have 20/20 vision to be a pilot and there was no such thing as Lasik surgery. So I gave up that goal, but I never stopped dreaming. Every night, as I knelt down to say my prayers, I would ask God to “Make me a bird and fly me far, far away”. Okay, sorry, that’s a line from the Forrest Gump movie… but you get the idea. Pilots were always tall and strong and brave and trustworthy, and very, very cool.
So when I received a photo of my granddaughter last week, it really put my head in the clouds. There she was, sitting at the controls of a jumbo jet liner headed for the east coast. Lights and buttons and switches surrounding her on every side, a smile on her face beaming confidence and joy. She was living the dream!
But wait, I forgot to mention that she is only two years old… and yet she is already living the dream! So maybe she wasn’t actually flying the plane, but she wasn’t scared either because even at only two years old she knew the man in the cockpit would control the plane, keep everyone safe, and get everyone to where they want to go.
Seeing that photo of her got me thinking… Knowing there is someone in control who will get us to where we want to go, is so awesome. But we have to make a choice. Do we board that plane and trust that pilot. Or even more important… Do we kneel down and trust the Lord to get us to where we want to go, or do we try to do it on our own? I know what I choice I would make!