Perspective
I love flying… I spend the entire flight glued to the window looking down and analyzing every little speck below. Occasionally I turn to look at others.. sleeping and reading.. playing games.. but I have to turn back to the little bitty window… and the crick in my neck. I can’t really explain what it is, except that I want to see everything the way it looks from 30000 feet!
Last week flying back from tampa I saw the Gulf of Mexico as the sun was rising behind us. At first I could not stop looking at the floor of the Gulf. Sand and silt rippling together into intricate evidence of the currents. Soon we were so high that the sun began reflecting off the tops of the waves, reminding me of embossed tin.
as the detail faded away, I strained to see something that I must be missing- even prayed “Jesus let me understand what I am looking at down there” imagining dolphins and barracuda and millions of little fishes that paid no attention to the shiny speck streaking across the sky.
my gaze turned to the sky realizing how dark blue it was… another shade of purple really. and I strained for stars that might peek through.
as we neared Kansas City we dropped through cirrus clouds as thin as a sheet of paper it seemed… silver on top and shiny like an ocean in the sky. then as we dropped below just wispy and thin and just as I remembered them being for the past 32 years.
As I stepped off the plane thinking back over everything – I thought what would I look like from 30000 feet? what would my daily commute look like? what would my problems look like?
I think that 30000 feet is a good perspective to keep in mind…
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