Flying Solo

Sitting in a window seat, watching the clouds pass me by. Worries of the world fall away one cumulus at a time. The skies part just long enough to see the rays of hope shine through like a message from God. Things are going to be alright. As if to say this decision that seems impulsive to you is ordained by me. Keep going. Push forward. I am walking with you.

One last glimpse, as the land masses fade away. The journey begins. Where? A path of faith. Using God’s word as a guiding light. No need to look at the ground, my steps are ordered. The direction will reveal itself in time. It’s up to me to keep putting one foot in front of the other, leaving space for all things to work around me for my good. The destination will reveal itself upon arrival, showing me that I knew where I was going all along.

I’ve trained for this. Every trial, every tribulation, every accomplishment, and every pivot has prepared me for what’s to come. Shedding things that would provide outward praise from the world in order to acquire inner praise from myself. The seatbelt light comes on. Hearing a familiar voice saying, “buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.” There's no turning back now. Off we go.