Susan LaffertyDoes God see?
In crisis, I cry out. Not knowing how to pray.
Anxious thoughts and inner storms buffeting. Ocean waves pushing me to gasp for air.
Feeling weak.
Does He have a plan in this scary place? Has He forgotten where we are?
In flight, I glance out the window. Plane views offering perspective. Patterns visible from 20,000+ feet.
As a kid, I begged for a seat by the window. Delighting in views as we gained altitude.
Watching tiny cars travel small, neat lanes. Between miniature houses all lined up in rows. Rivers curving, shining in the sun through cities and countrysides.
Fields of various colors appearing so perfectly arranged. In squares and rectangles.
On clear nights, myriads of lights indicated cities, towns, villages far below. Captivating. Spurring on my imagination.
