Thursday, June 13, 2013

In My Father's Hands~

The everlasting God is your place of safety,
and his arms will hold you up forever. Deuteronomy 33:27

And so the story goes.......

A pastor was on a long flight between New York to Texas. The first warning of approaching problems came when the Fasten Your Seat Belts sign on the airplane flashed on. Then, after a while, a calm voice said, "We're sorry, but we will not be serving the meal at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is securely fastened."

As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. And then the storm broke, The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning 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. As he looked around the plane, he 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, he 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, he lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time. Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been afraid. The child simply replied:
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My Daddy is the pilot of this plane,
and he's taking me home.
~ Author Unknown

Heavenly Father,
With you, we have nothing to fear. ABSOLUTELY NOTHING. You are our Abba Daddy. You have us in the palms of your nail-scarred hands. As we journey through life, help us to remember WHO is with us, WHO is guiding us, WHO is taking us safely home. Let us rest in you and enjoy the ride. In Jesus' name, Amen.~

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1 comment:

  1. What a wonderful story! A great analogy to help us remember who our Pilot is so that we don't have to fear. God is in control. Amen!


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