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If I didn’t want a family someday and if I wasn’t afraid of blowing up I would be a flight attendant. You get to wear red Patent leather heels, navy blue pencil skirts, and an overwhelming smile (I realize I can do this last one with any occupation, flight attendants’ smiles just seem forever pasted on. That’s all.). You can act all important in a crowded airport and you meet new people all the time. But the main reason I would want to be a flight attendant is for the view.
This past week I got the privilege of vacationing with the Jaramillo family in St. Thomas. The beach was beautiful, but so were the four plane rides. I have a thing for window seats and sunsets from 35,000 feet in the air. On our way home from the island I saw the most magical painting of hues across the sky. I first noticed the clouds turning bright pink on one edge, so I smushed my face against the window to see where the sun was setting. For the next 30 minutes I watched the sky turn from baby blue to lavender to the softest orange. After the sun had pretty much retired for the evening, the colors grew richer and stars started dancing across the darkest of blues.
As I watched clouds roll by weightlessly and such a beautiful picture painted before me, I wondered how one could (see something so astounding and) not believe there was a god. Lately I have been reminded of God’s beauty and how he created something, somethings so unique and he hasn’t ever lifted a finger from it, from us.
In his book, Don Miller closes with this thought: "It is a wonder that those exposed to such beauty forfeit the great questions in the face of this miraculous evidence." (How often we see nature as something so simple, yet we fail to see the vastness and complexity of our creator; how often those searching see something so miraculous, yet fail to see a hand in it all.)
Psalm 104:
O my soul, bless God! God, my God, how great you are!
beautifully, gloriously robed,
Dressed up in sunshine,
and all heaven stretched out for your tent.
You built your palace on the ocean deeps,
made a chariot out of clouds and took off on wind-wings.
You commandeered winds as messengers,
appointed fire and flame as ambassadors.
You set earth on a firm foundation
so that nothing can shake it, ever…. (The Message)
It is off to another year at IWU. It is my hope that I can remember nights like those in seat 18B. I pray I we all can cling to moments that we have been left whispering “thank you” to the Creator of the sun in the sky, the Creator of new chapters in lives, the Creator of the universe. He is worthy of praise for all he has done and will do.
