Have you ever flown over a thunderstorm in an airplane? I do not fly that often, but the few times I have flown, it has never been anything short of blue skies from the plane down. I am a window-seat kind of gal usually because I am a claustrophobic kind of woman, that typically spends her time tracing the crop lines below in my head for hours. After all, the normal short people can fold down their tray table and sleep, but us giants don’t have that luxury.
The last time I flew, we immediately entered a land of fluffy cotton balls.
I can honestly say I’ve never appreciated those cumulus clouds more in my life. I felt like I was in a Pixar film. For the first time ever on a flight, I could not see the ground below.
Solid fluff.
And it was reflective. It was gazing down on a tiny slice of heaven.
Then…
…we flew right beside a thunderstorm.
Perspective changes everything.
There we were lost in a sea of cotton balls, when next to us was this massive thunderhead. Everything above the storm was beautiful, fluffy, and brilliantly reflected the Sun’s rays. Then, as you traveled down the cloud, it turned gray. Below it, you could see the white roll into a soft gray color. Beneath the gray fluff, was a hazy mist of rain that was drenching the Earth below. In the cloud, the lightning was flashing and snapping.
Perspective changes everything.
…I thought about the people below.
When it’s storming outside, all you see is the dark sky. You hear the thunder. You feel the rain. The dark clouds swirl all around and it feels like you might be swallowed up by the darkness. This thunderstorm reminded me of what the view from the top is…
…during the storms of life.
As bad as your storm looks from the ground, just beyond what you can see, is a blue sky that is never separated from the Son. We just can’t see it from the ground.
Can you see the blue beyond your storm?
Perspective changes everything.
“Then you will know the truth, and the truth will set you free.” John 8:32
