Wade Long, Flying Man

If I'm a fool its not because I am flying on my fourth airplane ride in the past week. It's because I didn't always trust the God who has promised me protection and victory through and by His Word.

[Picture my present scene as I write.]

I'm somewhere between 35 and 40 thousand feet in the air, experiencing what  feels to be a small amount of turbulence; yet turbulence nonetheless to this rookie flyer. There's a movie on, one which I may indulge in, in just a little bit. The nice flight attendant just offered me "something to drink".  I'm actually taking real sips this time instead of the throat wetters I had taken on the 3 earlier flights. (Im a little bit proud of myself. Not just because of the sips but because I'm actually focused enough to write this darn thing. I pray I stay in this state and that Jesus increases my ability to do so.)
Like it or not I must adjust to flying.  Seeing my family depends on me flying.  The career I've been working on so hard, too.  Ministry does also. 

[I stop for a moment to think of friends who do this flying thing, seemingly without consideration of possible dangers, and neither should I. I marvel at the girl sitting next to me. I don't think she's been awake since we hit the runway, & I'm a little bit envious. Just a little though]

The girl I like flies all the time. I don't want to be the guy who doesn't do a thing out of fear that is perfectly natural to do, and thusly miss out on some good opportunities.

My stomach is more settled than it has been. I charge that to grace/the anti nausea medicine my oldest brother Terry brought me on the trip to Cleveland which began my adventure in aviation (see future blog for details :) /getting used to it... In that order, although if you think of it those last 2 are bi-products of grace.

I have one of my favorite songs (I Will Exalt You by Hillsong) on repeat for like the 7th time now. (No, I'm not joking!) Call me silly but I'm choosing to exalt Jesus high above even 30 thousand some-odd feet!

God has stretched my faith in ways I wouldn't have thought prior. No longer will pitching that tv show idea to a network scare me as it would have before this past week.

In a couple hours I'll land. Happily so. And somewhat melancholy; About the end of this visit, and strange enough, in spite of all the discomfort that was, the place in faith that God has brought to me through flying.