The Plane Crash…

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Last night I had a dream that I was on a plane.

It was a flight to raise money for a charity and I was with a childhood friend and her husband.

As we took off it was quickly evident we were going to crash as we started descending toward a deep, blue river.

I remember looking out the small window and thinking the scenery was so lush and beautiful.

I was in awe of the beauty the earth held, even during such a disastrous moment.

The whole time I whispered “Thank you Lord”, something I do in real life during the especially trying moments.

The ones where I have little control over, the moments where there is little time to form a complex sentence.

Some may call it a crutch but for me my trust in God empowers me, giving me the courage I need for the tough times.

Apparently, it even permeates my dreams.

As the plane descended to the river I was thankful it remained intact as we sliced through the cold liquid.  The water folding over the plane swallowing it whole.

Instead of panic, I was thankful the plane remained dry inside even though we were about 60 feet below the surface.

The plane eventually skidded to a halt ensnaring us in a tangle of steel from a sunken iron bridge.

I looked over to my childhood friend, gripping her hand and told her I loved her.  Of course she was strong, like she is in real life, she reassured me we’d be rescued and would see our children soon.

I knew I had to remain thankful for each small victory and not allow the overwhelming circumstance to let fear overcome me.

I was peaceful.

I woke up to complete clarity and I thought about my dream.

My first thought was to call my friend at a decent hour and warn her not to board a plane but that was the dark, middle of the night talking.

I’m not an Avionics Engineer.  I don’t know if it’s even possible for a plane to remain under water without the water seeping in.  I remained awake for quite a while trying to think of a way out of the situation in my dream.

In the end I knew forming a plan was completely unnecessary because I was safe in bed with the warmth of my little baby next to me, his sweet breath moist on my skin.

Still, the dream felt so real and I couldn’t help but compare it to my every day life.

So often I feel like I’m crashing towards the earth only to be engulfed by waves of life trying to drown me.

Sometimes stress may take over temporarily but overall I am winning.

I’m thankful for the little victories.

“Thank you Lord” remains on my lips.

We are home, we are safe.  My mother is good.

I have a lot of work to catch up on,

we have a lot of things that need to get done,

but we are good.

Thank you Lord!

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