I just read this inspiring post. A little girl flying alone, sitting amongst adults. The plane hit turbulence and seat belts were hastily put on while the passengers prayed and tried to calm down. The girl sat unflinching, busy with her coloring books . When, at the end of the ordeal, she was asked how she remained so calm while the adults around her panicked, she replied "My Father is the pilot and he's taking me home." The moral of the story was to show how children have confidence in you as a parent. But I see another message.
Maybe it's because I am so messed up right now. I see a message of hope, faith and belief. God, my Father, is the pilot of my life and He's taking me home 😊. This gave me loads of courage. Yeah life is shitty all the time but if I remain calm and buckled in, He will take me home safe. It's a warm, comforting thought. That someone or something or some force is out there, on my side, watching me, reminding me to keep the Faith, which God knows, has faltered so much in 2015.
I hope I remember this for the rest of 2016 at least! I often get memory loss so fast and all my beacons of hope aka as God, is forgotten when rage, sorrow and helpnessless takes over. I need this force, be it real for orthers or not, I need It to be with me. I need to see the reminders of love It sends. I need to turn to The Energy at 3am when life's problems prevent me from sleeping. I need to call on Something when the dark days overtake the good days, when all I want is stillness and my Utopia. I need to run into the arms of my Creator each night as I cry my heart out or as I give gratitude for the good moments of the day. I have nothing if I have no Pilot to take me Home. Thank You, Universe for the Inspiring early morning message. I pray that after you read this, your faith is renewed in whatever you believe in and that it remains steadfast.
Thanks for reading.
Peace and Love
Lady S
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