Last week I flew from Tampa to Northern Virginia to go to a bridal shower for Stephanie, my soon-to-be daughter in law. I left Tampa and it was a cloudy day. It always make me a little uncomfortable when we fly through clouds. It seems we pitch around a bit more and I can’t see where I’m going. And if I can’t see where I’m going, neither can the driver (more commonly known as the pilot) and I don’t care for that either. But then there comes that moment as you peak through the clouds heading to a cruising altitude. And once you get through the clouds the sky is blue again…still.
I love that thought. The sky is blue–always. Sometimes the clouds block my view of the blue sky, but the sky stays blue. Sometimes, over extended periods of grayness, I almost forget there is a blue sky at all, but the sky stays blue. When I look up and see grey, the sky is still blue above that grey.
I know its no new revelation, but just one that the trip impressed upon my heart. God, Jesus, heaven, His love–none of the important things change when perception changes or when my views are obscured. When everything is going right, God sees me and loves me. When I am stumbling in darkness, God sees me and loves me. When I want to give up in despair, God sees me and loves me. Nothing changes because I can’t see it, feel it, or when I’m not experiencing it–not the blue sky, not my God.