I was reminded of the time I flew above a storm. After an eight hour layover, my friends & I finally began the last short leg of the flight home from a mission trip in Central America. We climbed steeply up through the electrical storm until finally we were riding above the black clouds, looking down on what looked like the largest mountains I had ever seen, first invisible, then illuminated by fierce lightning. It seemed like we were only feet above these mountain peaks, but we were safe. I was looking down on the origin of the storm instead of looking up at it for the first & probably only time in my life. I was mesmerized by the thought that I was being given a glimpse of God's perspective on us. He was both in the storm with us & above the storm.
Delivering a child. Running a marathon. Walking away from the wrong person. Sacrificing your selfishness for the right person. Selling that first vehicle for one with better gas mileage. What do these all have in common? They're painful things, but in the end we are better for it. (That last one might just be me? I'm having flashbacks to 18 year old Caitlin crying at the dealership as we traded my Chevy truck for the Pontiac...)