Here's an excerpt from a journal entry I wrote while flying to Japan on my final missions trip:
June 10, 1991 The most wonderful view so far on this trip was flying through the jumbo, billowing clouds that hovered high above the Great Lake Ontario.
Clouds are, to me, the most relaxing creation of God to my eyes. I love to stare at them and imagine romping through them, light as a pillow, but hence, my feet only allow me to walk the hard, shin-splinting pavement.
However, at this moment in flight I was right next to the colossal, cotton candy mountains. They really do look like cotton candy, no lie. The perspective and proportion to being up close and into the clouds as opposed to prudently viewing them from the ground is beyond belief. Huge chambers, courtyards, lagoons, notches of seclusion were all formed but unoccupied by any life, except that of birds and metal birds, such as the noisy infusion of my jet airliner.
I longed to explore these cloud puff caverns and hideaways, but I would only have the chance to view them, for I would soon pass them by in a disrupting roar, and the cotton candy mountains of imagination and explorative bliss would they themselves blow away to form new creations. I thank the Lord for such a view of beauty and peace.
One day I will have that chance to frolic in the clouds, rejoicing in the salvation and love of God.
Three months and ten days after this journal entry, I got my wish.
June 10, 1991 The most wonderful view so far on this trip was flying through the jumbo, billowing clouds that hovered high above the Great Lake Ontario.
Clouds are, to me, the most relaxing creation of God to my eyes. I love to stare at them and imagine romping through them, light as a pillow, but hence, my feet only allow me to walk the hard, shin-splinting pavement.
However, at this moment in flight I was right next to the colossal, cotton candy mountains. They really do look like cotton candy, no lie. The perspective and proportion to being up close and into the clouds as opposed to prudently viewing them from the ground is beyond belief. Huge chambers, courtyards, lagoons, notches of seclusion were all formed but unoccupied by any life, except that of birds and metal birds, such as the noisy infusion of my jet airliner.
I longed to explore these cloud puff caverns and hideaways, but I would only have the chance to view them, for I would soon pass them by in a disrupting roar, and the cotton candy mountains of imagination and explorative bliss would they themselves blow away to form new creations. I thank the Lord for such a view of beauty and peace.
One day I will have that chance to frolic in the clouds, rejoicing in the salvation and love of God.
Three months and ten days after this journal entry, I got my wish.
What a blessing is was to have a son who loved the Lord with all his heart, shared his faith with so many, encouraged and discipled fellow students, and sought to glorify the Lord in everything he did. We thank the Lord that he kept eloquent records of his fellowship with the Lord so that we too can be blessed by his experiences.
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