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One with the Clouds, and Heaven is Near

“…And I soar through a world that is new, that is free…”

The sensation that is soaring above the clouds cannot be rivaled. As we climb steadily higher, I do not feel the panic I had assumed would set in.

Instead, there is only wonder.

That, and the overwhelming need for my ears to just pop already.

I feel free. I feel amazement. I feel that I could do this forever, this flying above everything, so close to the heavens that I could almost believe we are soaring with the angels.

The sky is so incredibly blue. Untouched by the floor of white beneath.

The captain says we are at 38K feet.

It is beautiful. The clouds below us are as rolling fields of white. In the distance, a storm is brewing. But this particular one will pass us. Is there another waiting for us up ahead? I do not know, but I do not mind. I believe we are too high for the storms to reach us; they are simply an inconsequential event that transpires below us.

Already we have been up here for nearly an hour. I does not feel as thought that could possibly be true. In merely one hour, I will have arrived in the mountains. The mountains that I love; the mountains I call home.

I know that when my time comes to return, I will be excited to return to my Lone Star, where I truly feel as though I am where I belong. I will be eager for the green that is everywhere in the south. I will be happy to once again walk those fields that are so much a part of me, I live and breathe them.

And I realize, not for the first time, that these three places, these locations that are woven into my very soul, are simply temporary spots of refuge. I am destined for somewhere far greater. And the beauty and amazement I feel now on this, my first flight, will not even begin to compare with that I will feel when I am traveling home to Him. To behold my Savior at last; to bask in His wonder, and lift my hands in praise in His presence.

For now, I am grateful for this moment of beauty. The excitement He gives me at the very thought of travel. I am grateful for the opportunity.

One more hour. I think it’s really going to fly by.



Trailing up, the steps to fame; take them one at a time…they always seem to stretch further. The cool stone underneath your feet  invites you to stop, to rest your weary bones. The buildings, windows staring like eyes out at your defeat, tower to the skies. It is easier going down, but the reward seems not as sweet. If you only make it to the next landing, your soul would be content.

Trailing up, the steps to love; take them one at a time. The heart yearns for companionship, but no one seems to fit. Keep climbing upwards, the song of the swallow urging you to know, the one you look for is just ahead, if only you do not stop.

Trailing up, the steps to heaven; someday you will arrive. The path there is steep, many doors along the way. Take one, any one; a garden gate, a lovers’ door. Each promises rest and pleasure, but in the end, they only conspire to keep you from your destination. A gentle breeze ruffles through your hair, giving you a taste of heaven, soft and sweet, of those that wait for you. Keep faithful, one foot in front of the other; one day you will arrive.