The Safest Place is in the Sky

The safest place you can be is in the sky. Clouds below, sun and infinity above. As much as I don't really care for flying, there are some comforting things about it. When you are in the air, you are in no-man's land, the world-between-the-worlds. You are not where you were, and you are not where you are going. You don't have to let go of the past or face the future. You can just simply be imprisoned in the present, high above whatever is going on in the world. As soon as you land, you are committed to joining the world again, ready or not.

I am in the middle of joining the world again, and it's been hard. I think I'm past the worst of it now, but there is still a gap in my heart where my old life was that will probably be there for awhile. It's not as painful as it was at first, but it's still there. Sometimes I look up at the evening sky, and the big, puffy southern clouds remind me of Yapese clouds. And then sometimes I wish I could just be in the sky--no need for decisions, commitments, new things, or missing old things.

Yes, the safest place is in the sky, but it's not the best place. If I stay in the world-between-the-worlds forever, even in my mind, I'll miss what God has for me next. I know I've said this many times already, even on this blog, but I have to keep reminding myself. The best is not behind me--it's ahead. God is not finished with me yet. There is a time to soar with wings like eagles; there is a time to run and not get weary; and there is a time to walk and not faint. And no matter where I am on that continuum, I have to wait on the Lord.