I don't travel too often, but when I do, God usually slips in little lessons here and there. And my Thanksgiving trip was no exception.I flew in a little rent-a-plane, so I had a seat all to myself. (Because there was only one seat on that side!)
For most of the flight, I alternated praying and reading...reading and praying. I had much on my heart, and most of it wasn't little stuff. Deep hurts and questions came spilling out and I poured them before the Lord, knowing He heard and cared and was somehow working even though I couldn't see...
As the plane lowered to the ground and the lights became distinguishable, I looked at the city below me.
All. Those. Lights.
They represented the homes of people. People just like me. For every light...there was a person...maybe several people. People who could be sitting with deep hurts and questions spilling out before the Lord.
And He heard them just like He heard me.
I was hovering over just one city. One city out of millions. Millions of other people represented by millions of other lights seen from millions of other planes...
And He sees them all.
I couldn't even wrap my mind around it. What a great God!
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I love flying at night. I never thought about all the lights that way. It's just a teeny tiny little taste of God's view. :)
Isnt' that the coolest?? :)
I flew into Seattle at night one time, when they had a scattering of clouds in the sky. Looking down on the city, it seemed as though God was moving his hands in swirling motions, hiding and then revealing the lights of the city. It was heavenly, and every time since then that I've flown at night, I've looked for God's hands over the city. Not yet...
Ohhhh I love that, Skye!!!
Hello!
I am currently in Honduras and live outside the city. Every time I am riding up the mountain at night I look out at "All. Those. Lights."
And am left speechless every time.
Seeing these lights and each person represented, was the inspiration for a poem I wrote. I also am astounded by the contradictions within the culture surrounding me, yet God is good.
I would like to share my poem with you. I first wrote it in Spanish, but the English is there too.
Para Honduras en el nombre de Jesús. Amen y amen.
Las luces de azul y oro
Dan un oración a Dios
Cada luz brilla clara
Una en el valle de millones
[The lights of blue and gold
Give a prayer to God
Each light shines clear -
One in the valley of a million]
Una ciudad de mucha gente
Puertas cerradas para el mundo
Las calles giran arriba y abajo
Va rápido, va lento
[A city of many people
Doors closed to the world
The streets wind up and down -
Go fast, go slow]
Bienvenidos y bendiciones a ti pero
La necesidad para el Señor es grande
Un lugar de gran corrupción
En la tierra linda de Dios
[Welcome and blessings to you, but
The need for the Lord is so big
A place of great corruption
In the beautiful land of God]
¿Es una luz mi vida?
Un líder o una sirvienta
Para los corazones hambrientos
Que necesitan un fuego santo
[My life, is it a light?
A leader or a servant
For the hungry hearts
That need a holy fire]
Claire - that is BEAUTIFUL!!! THank you so much for taking time to share it with me! :)
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