All of the passengers for the triple seven airliner loaded onto the plane. Almost four-hundred souls, including mine, fought our way to the purchased, expensive reserved seat for the eighteen hours non-stop flight from Johannesburg Africa to the United States. We buckled up in anticipation of flying forty-thousand feet into the air; all with strangers, our pilot, and his crew, in control of our destiny.

The above scenario happens every single day. Not that we have much choice in the matter if we desire speedy transportation, but I am struck by how freely we decide to put our lives in the hands of someone we don’t know. Sure, some of us are nail-biters in the air, but we fly nevertheless. The reason? Because we choose to! Flying helps us get where we need or want to go quickly, and we believe the odds that tell us we are favored to arrive at our destination safely.

I wake up each day, thankful for the knowledge of whose hands control my eternal destiny. My journey in this world may be only as far as my hopes and dreams lead me. I may not always be flying at forty-thousand feet in the sky, but the way can still be bumpy. During the most difficult times in my life, knowing that God wants to hear what is on my heart gives me great comfort. His Word tells me that He also wants to know the things that bring me joy and delight. It is a relationship I cherish.

Is there something on your heart that you want or feel you need to share with someone? I hope you will invite Jesus to be that Someone. And, by the way, the next time you happen to be flying up high in the beautiful blue skies above, I hope you will take comfort in knowing that the “stranger in the cockpit,” is no stranger at all to God!

Sherry Sharp