Someone shared this story with me this morning and I wanted to share it with you.
Life has been a little crazy lately around the McEntyre house and yes, I still worry or try to control things. This is such a sweet story and how awesome it is that we really don't have to worry about anything. My prayer is that I can hold onto the Truth during the storms. The truth is God is in control!!!!
My Father is Taking Me Home
Years ago a pastor was returning from an extended trip. It had been a long flight from one place to another. The first warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane flashed on: Fasten your seat belts. Then after a while a calm voice said, “We shall not be serving beverages at this time as we are expecting a little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.” As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the passengers were becoming apprehensive. Later the announcer said, “We are sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.”
Then the storm broke. The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard, even above the roar of engines. Lightening lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on the celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; it dropped as if it were about to crash. All the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. Many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
Then suddenly he saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her and she was reading a book. Everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then read again; then she would straighten her legs – but worry and fear were not in her world. All during that storm, that marvelous child was completely composed and unafraid.
When the plane finally reached its destination, the minister lingered to speak to the little girl and commented about the storm and behavior of the plane. He then asked why she had not been afraid. She sweetly replied, “Sir, my dad is the pilot – and he is taking me home.”
When the storms come this week – be they physical, mental, financial, or domestic, may you be reminded “Our Father is the pilot. He is in control, and He is taking us home. May He help us to not worry, but remind us that He is God and He is in control.”
