Flying Solo?

This past weekend I attended the American Cancer Society Relay for Life 2007 Summit in Orlando, Florida. My job asked another young lady and myself to be chairpersons on behalf of the city in which we work for, so the two of us headed to Orlando for this wonderful convention that I knew would be an excellent experience for the both of us. Anyone who knows me, knows that I have traveled my entire life to far and near places, and would figure that it should be no big deal for me to hop on a plane and be on it for several hours, but to my dismay and embarrassment I hate flying, I love to travel and visit new and exotic places but I hate flying. So here I am sitting in my seat on this plane all by myself because unfortunately I had to sit alone on the way to Orlando, which is something I have never had to do before. I am literally freaking out as the plane takes off, because I have no ones hand to hold for some comfort. I begin to pray and ask God for some peace for my soul, and to calm my heart. When the plane finally reached 19,000 feet in the air I began to calm down. I then grabbed my I-pod and started to listen to the songs for Sundays worship, I began by listening to the song entitled "My Glorious" by Delirious, after listening to it several times I began to repeat this one phrase from the song. I kept repeating, "God is bigger than the air I breathe", and each time I would get a little nervous or felt some jolt due to turbulence, I found comfort in saying that phrase. I had forgotten how great God is and how much power He really has, He is bigger than the air I breathe. I had failed to realize that I was never really flying solo and although I was sitting next to complete strangers God was with me throughout the entire experience. My father always teases me and says he loves to fly with me because it is the only time I will hold his hand. I called him the moment I arrived to Mickey town to let him know that I was alive and well and that my plane did not burst into flames and crash; he laughed as I shared with him my experience, and he of course knew that was going to happen to me. I was fortunate enough to be able to sit next to my friends on our flight back home and be able to hold someone’s hand not only because I was freaking out but because they were freaking out as well. I told them God would not have brought us all the way over here for a good cause for nothing.

Picture from the plane while sitting alone.

On the way back home.