“See, He comes with clouds.”
I do not like to fly. This is a very unfortunate reality, considering the Assignment that God planted deeply in my heart happens to be in North Africa and the Middle East.
One of the “jumping off points” to my final destination is Spain. An early morning flight began a long day and night of flying. On the drive to the airport, I was dreadfully aware of the early morning horizon, and the massive wall of storm clouds between my plane and my destination. My stomach was churning with dread. I knew there would be turbulence at the least. Ugh!
I carried the knot in my stomach throughout the next few hours of airport lines, checks,
lines, more checks, etc. All the while, I was rehearsing the “final” message I would send to my dear ones at home (internet access pending!) [God…couldn’t You have given me an assignment somewhere that I could just drive?]
The plane rumbled down the runway, and my stomach knots grew. My eyes were glued on the mountain of clouds into which we were quickly ascending. White…white…white.. ….Bumps…harder bumps….rattles….thoughts of my funeral service.
And then, quiet. Blue skies. Billowing Pillows of white below us. I was still alive.
As I looked down, I heard The Whisper . . . “I’ve got you, Jan. (Was that a bit of a British accent I heard?) You’re sitting in My Hand. No matter what comes, I’ve got you. Always.”
Whatever was happening on the earth below me…. be it thunder, lightning, rain, wind…. I was in the middle of peaceful blue skies. The clouds were far below me, and He was carrying me to the desert and the Saharawi people He and I love so much. Going through the clouds brings anxiety and fear to my vulnerable heart. But sitting in His Hand, I am safe. It’s the safest Place to be.
He often uses Clouds to give us a visual of Himself . . . His Presence. . . His Power. But the safest Place to be is sitting smack-dab in the Palm of His Hand.