While meditating on the airplane I wonder:
Am I closer to God now?
Are my prayers heard more clearly?
Clouds crowd around us and I spot lightning in it's natural habitat.
The scene is at once awe-striking and humbling.
On the ground I have autonomy, place, a role to fill.
Here, suspended, I am to sit and wait,
at the mercy of the weather and my pilot's skills.
It's odd to have your fate in the hands of a stranger.
But turbulence doesn't scare me one bit.
God isn't done with me quite yet.
Our conversation is just too good.
[written 8/16/18 on an evening flight from Tampa to LA]