And Then We Fly

   Kalispell is a cloudy place, we only have 2 more days of sunshine here than they have in Seattle. I am solar powered, so our cloudy winters are hard on me. Despite vitamin D and a happy light, the sunless skies sap my energy and cloud my mind. I actually perk up when the invisible sun sets and I can't see the white skies anymore. From my petite perspective, there is no sun.
    Segue to a recent trip I made to Missoula. I hitched a ride there with my daughter and son-in-law, and my husband suggested the splurge of having my nephew, Alex, fly me back to Kalispell in his Cessna. I've made well over a hundred trips to Missoula and back in the 32 years we have lived here. That route is as familiar to me as my own face. But it was a whole new adventure from the air. I saw roads I didn't know existed, houses in the middle of nowhere, the fields and forests were beautiful. I have flown many times, but those bigger, faster airplanes fly too high to see the details that I did from that little Cessna. We even had in-flight entertainment, it was called Sunset on the Mountains.
     But then, every day is sunny when you are above the clouds. Summer or winter, rain or shine, half the planet is in daylight. From a proper perspective, there is always sun. What is true for the sun in the sky is also true for the Son of God. Whether we can see him or not, He is always there, warming, energizing, giving us life and light. One day He will banish the clouds between us, and then we fly.