On my flight to San Antonio, the plane was relatively empty, and I actually had a row all to myself. This might sound very strange, but I am going to say it anyway: whenever I am on a plane, I somehow feel closer to God. Haha- no, it's not because I am several thousand feet in the air, and in some people's view closer to heaven and thus God. What I mean is that I feel at peace. And I feel in awe of my awesome God. When I look out of the window of an airplane, and I am looking down at the clouds, I can't help but be filled with wonder and gratitude. Wonder at the majesty and beauty of God, gratitude for the relationship I have with such an awesome God. Does anyone else feel that way? I feel it when I am in the mountains; I feel it when I am standing at the edge of the ocean or when I watch a sunrise in the still and quiet of the morning. When you have the opportunity to get away from the craziness of life, away from the cities and the cars and the people and the noise...and it's just you in the middle of God's beauty and creation, God is faithful to envelop you with his presence.
A few weeks ago, I was in the woods of east Texas at a women's retreat. I got up early to watch the sunrise and spend time with God by the lake. And a few days ago, I was on a plane, just staring out of a window. But I love those times I get to spend with God. I am a city girl, through and through, but I envy people who live away from the noise. Away from the distractions that vie for our attention and draw us away from that peace and silence. It's so much easier to hear the gentle whisper of the Savior when you are truly able to "be still and know that He is God." (paraphrase of Psalm 46:10) I realized I don't spend enough time "away," and I want to change that. With that said, I want to leave you with this psalm of David: