My sheep listen to my voice; I know them, and they follow me.
Your word is a lamp to my feet and a light to my path.
And your ears shall hear a word behind you, saying, “This is the way, walk in it,” when you turn to the right or when you turn to the left. Isaiah 30:21
Recently I’ve been flying a lot. A fun and poignant mixture of visiting my girls in college, comforting grieving friends, speaking about passion to Parkinson’s patients, has me up in the clouds, and it’s given me time to think about how unnatural flight really is. If you really think about it, it takes a whole heckuva lot of faith to climb aboard a huge aircraft and trust that the big, fat, heavy bird of metal and bolts will fly you to your next destination.
On some flights the captain and his firstmate get on the speaker with an introduction, “This is your captain speaking,” followed by a reassuring monologue about the expected ease or bumpiness of the upcoming flight, the altitude to which we will be climbing, the weather conditions that will be encountered. I like these flights. I like hearing the voice of the person in control of the aircraft. Other pilots don’t say a word. Instead my fellow passengers and I scan the faces of the flight attendants instructing us about safety measures and exit rows and beverage options and wonder, “Who’s in charge here, anyway?”
In the same way that those tons of steels and screws and wings shouldn’t really be able to fly long distances, when I look at my life, there isn’t a logical reason that my tons of baggage and burden and mess should have flown me to where I’m sitting right now. Whether I’m experiencing turbulence that comes from mothering teenagers or steady skies worshiping and painting in my studio, I can always hear God’s voice saying to me, “This is your Father speaking, and I’m in control.”
Flying through life without a reassuring voice that comes from the author and perfecter of the very life we’re living seems, to me, reckless and untrustworthy. Where do you seek peace when the bumps toss you around? Who do you turn to for guidance of where to find the next connection? For me, the answer is easy. I open my Bible, and page after page gives me guidance, affirmation, reinvigorated faith.
I am so appreciative that there are no guarantees that my walk with the Lord will be flawless or easy or without turbulence, but I can rest in comfort knowing that my pilot and my captain is the perfect guide.