Disentangle from the daily and re-anchor in the Divine.
I looked about the cabin, concerned that everyone else aboard the flight was beholding the beauty just beyond our wings. Sadly, the passengers about buried in books or devices, adrift with sleeping masks and shuttered windows, oblivious to the glory show were uniquely privy to. I turned back to the clouds, unwilling to let it go unseen.
Amidst all this power and beauty I was chastised. Who am I to stand by the sea and clamor for alteration of the agenda? I can at most catch a glimpse of what God is accomplishing and sustaining. The breadth and width and depth of His orchestration is far vaster than the piddling musings of my imagination.
“Take delight in the Lord, and He will give you the desires of your heart.” (Psalm 37:4 NIV) I grew up Catholic and Methodist. Most people can’t say that. My mother was an ordained minister and my father was a staunch Catholic. As a result…