Flight; it's a metaphor

After an uneventful flight, I'm back home for a week. It's good to be back, except for the fact that Steve isn't around yet; hoping he'll make it up for part of the weekend. There's a chance I may catch part of my 10th reunion at Union, It's hard to believe that it's been 10 whole years since I finished up my bachelors; God has been very good.

A thought from a few months ago that's come back to mind; it must have been the plane ride--
God is piloting the plane of my life. I don't know where this plane is destined. I don't know what the ride will be like. I don't know what passengers will be sitting near me, or how I will relate to them. Some of them may change seats and be far away for a short time or even for a lifetime. But I know who's flying the plane, what He's like, and that He controls even the storms and tubulence. He is faithful to bring me to the heavenly Disney Land where I will be happy with Him, and that's enough for me. Maybe I should be a teacher some day, I sometimes seem so have some unusual but very applicable applications of spiritual matters. I only pray that those who He has chosen to receive them will benefit by them to their eternal good.