A
pastor
had
been
on
a
long
flight
from
one
place
to
another.
The
first
warning
of
the
approaching
problems
came
when
the
sign
on
the
airplane
flashed
on:
Fasten
your
seat
belts.
Then,
after
a
while,
a
calm
voice
said,
"We
shall
not
be
serving
the
beverages
at
this
time
as
we
are
expecting
a
little
turbulence.
Please
be
sure
your
seat
belt
is
fastened."
As
he
looked
around
the
aircraft,
it
became
obvious
that
many
of
the
passengers
were
becoming
apprehensive.
Later,
the
voice
of
the
announcer
said,
"We
are
so
sorry
that
we
are
unable
to
serve
the
meal
at
this
time.
The
turbulence
is
still
ahead
of
us."
And
then
the
storm
broke.
The
ominous
cracks
of
thunder
could
be
heard
even
above
the
roar
of
the
engines.
Lightning
lit
up
the
darkening
skies,
and
within
moments
that
great
plane
was
like
a
cork
tossed
around
on
a
celestial
ocean.
One
moment
the
airplane
was
lifted
on
terrific
currents
of
air;
the
next,
it
dropped
as
if
it
were
about
to
crash.
The
pastor
confessed
that
he
shared
the
discomfort
and
fear
of
those
around
him.
He
said,
"As
I
looked
around
the
plane,
I
could
see
that
nearly
all
the
passengers
were
upset
and
alarmed.
Some
were
praying.
The
future
seemed
ominous
and
many
were
wondering
if
they
would
make
it
through
the
storm.
"Then,
I
suddenly
saw
a
little
girl.
Apparently
the
storm
meant
nothing
to
her.
She
had
tucked
her
feet
beneath
her
as
she
sat
on
her
seat;
she
was
reading
a
book
and
everything
within
her
small
world
was
calm
and
orderly.
"Sometimes
she
closed
her
eyes,
then
she
would
read
again;
then
she
would
straighten
her
legs,
but
worry
and
fear
were
not
in
her
world.
When
the
plane
was
being
buffeted
by
the
terrible
storm
when
it
lurched
this
way
and
that,
as
it
rose
and
fell
with
frightening
severity,
when
all
the
adults
were
scared
half
to
death,
that
marvelous
child
was
completely
composed
and
unafraid."
The
minister
could
hardly
believe
his
eyes.
It
was
not
surprising
therefore,
that
when
the
plane
finally
reached
its
destination
and
all
the
passengers
were
hurrying
to
disembark,
our
pastor
lingered
to
speak
to
the
girl
whom
he
had
watched
for
such
a
long
time.
Having
commented
about
the
storm
and
behavior
of
the
plane,
he
asked
why
she
had
not
been
afraid.
The
child
replied,
"Cause
my
Daddy's
the
pilot,
and
he's
taking
me
home."
There
are
many
kinds
of
storms
that
buffet
us.
Physical,
mental,
financial,
domestic,
and
many
other
storms
can
easily
and
quickly
darken
our
skies
and
throw
our
plane
into
apparently
uncontrollable
movement.
We
have
all
known
such
times,
and
let
us
be
honest
and
confess,
it
is
much
easier
to
be
at
rest
when
our
feet
are
on
the
ground
than
when
we
are
being
tossed
about
a
darkened
sky.
Let
us
remember:
Our
Father
is
the
Pilot.
He
is
in
control
and
taking
us
home.
Don't
worry.
~Author
Unknown~
