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(Martha Ann Smith) expecting to feel the powerful
"The Lord hath His way… In tug of our plane climbing
the storm, and the clouds are higher, or the breathless drop
the dust of his feet" (Nahum of a nosedive. But much to my
1:3). dismay, the clouds drew nearer
One morning, I was on board a and the pilot did nothing!
plane flying toward Nassau in All at once a thick misty haze
the Bahamas. The sun had rolled past my window,
just risen and the patchwork concealing even the nearby
of streets, houses and farm- propeller-motor. I quickly
land below was fascinating. looked all around me, but saw
This was my eighth plane trip, nothing except the grey-
but I never cease to marvel at coloured haze that grew darker
how tiny life is when looking every moment. I became
down "from the top". anxious for the safety of
Moving objects, which were everyone. The sun could not
once so large when viewed possibly be seen, and this
close up, now had lost their dense moisture-screen hid any thought, "Surely we are flying behind, and the sun shone
distinction in the pattern of glimpses of land from sight. above these threatening once again.
larger things. Something tragic could easily clouds!" But we only soared It bathed the lovely scene
I thought, "Now I can happen. But a special thought down again in the "valley" of an below in a brilliant hue. The
'imperfectly' see life from the began to calm my fears: "The air pocket. Air pockets came, patchwork after the storm was
viewpoint of God!" Looking pilot is well-trained and one after the other, until I even more beautiful than
from this new angle, I responsible. Certainly he thought that I would never feel before.
wondered what His thoughts knows what he is doing; and like a normal human being What if clouds like these are
were at that very moment. besides, he uses a compass again. the real storms in life? What
Abruptly, large dark clouds which is not likely to go Then, just as suddenly, we flew would happen if you had been
came into sight. I had never wrong!" With my confidence into the "eye of the storm". We the traveller?
seen them so thick! "We could restored in the pilot and his were surrounded by the storm Remember, the Pilot is our
go under them or over them," I wisdom, my misgivings faded clouds, but we were no longer Saviour, and the compass is
mused. "Certainly the pilot away. in the storm. The safety of the His Word! He will never fail
wouldn't plough through Suddenly the plane began to aircraft soothed my anxiety. you, no matter how terrible the
them!" I watched closely, soar higher and higher, until I Slowly, the clouds were left storms of life!