Communion at 34,000 Feet

One of the placest I feel closest to God is when I'm flying.

I love the window seat. I love looking below at all the lights, all representing more people, places and stories than my human mind can even comprehend. To know that God is above it all, that he knows each person, place and story so intimately, leaves me wide eyed with wonder.

Flying gets me to dreaming, to thinking about all the places there are to go and the people there are to meet. Being in the air gives me hope. It excites my heart with possibility.

I went to Washington, DC this week for a conference for my job, and every time I go, I feel that I grow just a little bit more. I grow as I learn my way around the city, and feel confident enough to venture off to a new place completely alone. There was a day when I would be scared to death of such a move. It reminds me of the growth that has happened in my job. Two years ago, when I first visited Capitol Hill, I was scared to death. Sick to my stomach, even. It was awful. This week I made some visits and just marched right in. I spoke confidently and (I like to think) intelligently. I know what I'm doing.

And on my trip in the plane, I grow just a little bit in my faith, somehow. The reminder of God's power and the reminder of the potential that lies before me encourages my spirit. I often read Relevant Magazine on my flights, and that contributes to my enthusiasm. I read stories of people- twentysomethings- who are changing the world through their writing, their businesses, their charities, their service, their relationships, their art, their music. They're my kind of people and my kind of stories, and as I fly at 34,000 feet I pray that God might use me in a similar manner. I pray that he will give me a vision as to how I might use my talents for His kingdom, and the bravery to pursue his will.