Friday, April 5, 2013
God Gave Wings to My Dream
There is something about the robin's egg blue of the daytime sky, with the clouds floating weightlessly and the sun brilliantly shining through the layers of atmosphere. I watched birds soaring high above me, carried on streams of wind, and I was wistful. I watched planes flying in the thin reaches of the atmosphere, white contrails following behind, and I longed to have wings of my own.
In the evening, with cool grass as my pillow, I lay back and watched the encroaching night change the sky from azure to deep navy behind the sunset. And stars would prick the navy, and it would turn black. Thousands of stars scattered across the sky, twinkling their praise to God. I watched the steady gleam of satellites slowly creep from one horizon to the other, and I thought of the astronauts floating miles above in the International Space Station. My heart did not belong on earth - it belonged in the sky, in space.
I was in junior high when I first discovered the sky and ate up everything I could on airplanes, astronauts, and atmosphere (which back then consisted of scouring our set of encyclopedias -- dial-up internet was too expensive to use for web surfing!). I prayed often, believing that God answered prayers and would give me the desires of my heart, that I could someday get up in the sky and fly and go to space.
And you know what? He did answer my prayer. When I was 14 or 15, we found out about a program near us that offers free flight lessons to high school students. They specifically sought girls, minorities, and low-income students, although they accepted others as well. And it wasn't just a flight lesson or two for free; it was ground school and all flight lessons for free, all the way through getting a pilot's certificate! And that is what I did, and I passed my private pilot test the Friday before I left for my first year of college.
Mom and Dad gave me two telescopes in high school, and God gave me wings. I could see into space farther than before, and I could fly part of the way there. I often pointed the nose of the airplane straight up into the deepest blue part of the sky, and imagined there were no limits, that I was going to fly straight out of the sky into space. And I treasured each moment in the airplane, using the time to pray and enjoy the feeling of flight.
I dreamed (and still dream) of the sky. What do you dream of? Do you pray for it? God doesn't answer all of our desires, but perhaps He will answer some of yours.