Storms ravaged the Midwest and South yesterday. While it was happening, I was in a jet airplane, flying in the clear skies, high over the top of the raging storms below. But eventually, we had to come down through the cloudy mess and rough winds. It was hard to see. As we landed, snow, rain, wind and clouds buffeted the plane and hid the runway.
Now I am living in the bad weather. This afternoon, God willing, I will go back up through the clouds as the plane takes me a different direction. Perhaps I will see sunshine again. Perhaps I will go back to storms. Either way, it’s all part of the journey. There is nothing for it, but to have faith in The Pilot, and ride.