As often as I fly, I admit to still being a “white knuckler.” My fingers grip the armrests tightly. My brow sweats. As the force of gravity pushes me back into the seat during take-off, you will find me reciting The Lord’s Prayer. If I crash, I want the last words on my lips to be a prayer to my Heavenly Father.

On this flight, ascending over Lake Michigan as the lake receded into the horizon, a little child loudly exclaimed, “Look Mama! It’s the end of the earth! I see heaven!”

My breath caught . . . the woman next to me grabbed my hand . . . and silently, we felt tears running down our cheeks.

“And a little child will lead us.”

Oh, to be reminded of the unwavering, always dependable, everlasting promise of heaven.

Thank you, Heavenly Father, for the glimpses of heaven in my everyday life.

“The Lord looks down from heaven on the children of man, to see if there are any who understand who seeks after God.” Psalm 14:2

HE loves us unconditionally.

Patti