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!