my Daddy's the pilot

A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences.

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 the 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 voice on the intercom said, "We are so sorry that we are unable to serve the meal at this time.  The turbulence is still ahead of us." And then the storm broke.

The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if it were about to crash. 

 
The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around him. 

He said, "As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.
 
"Then, I suddenly saw a little girl.  Apparently the storm meant nothing to her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was reading a book and everything within her small world was calm and orderly. Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world.

When the plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm  when it lurched this way and that, as it rose  and fell with frightening  severity, when  all the adults were scared half to death, that  marvelous child was completely composed and  unafraid." 

The minister could hardly believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.

Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why she had not been  afraid. The child replied,

"Cause my Daddy's the pilot, and he's taking me home."

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial, domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a darkened sky.

Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot.

Last Thursday, we had our bible study. We learned about crisis and how to deal with them. This email about that little girl somehow, spoke to me. I need to learn on how to let go of my problems and let Him help me out with it.

Well, I will still need the help of all those around me as well la. I can't do it on my own. That's why you, who are reading this right now, are important to me. I can't get here without ur help. No matter wat it may be. U could have given me problems and not-so-nice experiences but I am thankful that I am here now cause u've helped me so. Hahaha. How odd to actually feel this way but, I really am thankful to be where I am right now.

Whatever probs that I may and might face in the future....

"Bring it on!"

for my Big Daddy's the captain of my ship!