Life’s Storms

Morning Story and Dilbert

Vintage Dilbert
March 29, 2005

A pastor had been on a long flight between church conferences. The first

warning of the approaching problems came when the sign on the airplane

flashed on: Fasten Your Seat Belts. Then, after a while, a calm voice said,

“We shall not be serving the beverages at this time as we are expecting a

little turbulence. Please be sure your seat belt is fastened.”

As the pastor looked around the aircraft, it became obvious that many of the

passengers were becoming apprehensive.

Later, the voice on the intercom said, “We are so sorry that we are unable

to serve the meal at this time. The turbulence is still ahead of us.”

And then the storm broke ..

The ominous cracks of thunder could be heard even above the roar of the

engines. Lightning lit up the darkening skies, and within moments that great

plane was like a cork tossed around on a celestial ocean. One moment the

airplane was lifted on terrific currents of air; the next, it dropped as if

it were about to crash.

The pastor confessed that he shared the discomfort and fear of those around

him. He said, “As I looked around the plane, I could see that nearly all the

passengers were upset and alarmed. Some were praying. The future seemed

ominous and many were wondering if they would make it through the storm.

“Then, I suddenly saw a little girl. Apparently the storm meant nothing to

her. She had tucked her feet beneath her as she sat on her seat; she was

reading a book and every- thing within her small world was calm and orderly.

“Sometimes she closed her eyes, then she would read again; then she would

straighten her legs, but worry and fear were not in her world. When the

plane was being buffeted by the terrible storm when it lurched this way and

that, as it rose and fell with frightening severity, when all the adults

were scared half to death, that marvelous child was completely composed and

unafraid.” The minister could hardly believe his eyes.

It was not surprising therefore, that when the plane finally reached its

destination and all the passengers were hurrying to disembark, our pastor

lingered to speak to the girl whom he had watched for such a long time.

Having commented about the storm and the behavior of the plane, he asked why

she had not been afraid.

The child replied, “Cause my Daddy’s the pilot, and he’s taking me home.”

There are many kinds of storms that buffet us. Physical, mental, financial,

domestic, and many other storms can easily and quickly darken our skies and

throw our plane into apparently uncontrollable movement. We have all known

such times, and let us be honest and confess, it is much easier to be at

rest when our feet are on the ground than when we are being tossed about a

darkened sky.

Let us remember: Our Father is the Pilot. He is in control and taking us

home. Don’t worry!

Author Unknown - Please comment if you know the author so credit can be given
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10 comments
  1. Reblogged this on Living Life Day by Day … and commented:
    Loved this ‘two-thought’ post. The first thought of course is that because something is on the internet that doesn’t make it true (or even realistic); yet that’s what most of us believe – if it’s to be found on the internet then it’s gospel. The second thought I turned into a question: ‘Who’s taking you home?’ Whether it’s via car or bus or train or plane, it’s important to remember who’s in control.

    Take the one life you have and live it to the fullest while remembering to be thankful for your blessings and to give God the glory 🙂

  2. A reassuring perspective to have going into a new day. Thanks for sharing.

  3. mrdodd said:

    Today I’m glad I’m behind in my blog reading. Living in Indiana, this is PERFECT for how many of us have been feeling the past couple of days. Thank you.

  4. Jeffrey said:

    Beautiful … Keep it going Poo

  5. Reblogged this on quirkywritingcorner and commented:
    I trust in God, but sometimes I still worry or feel the need to double check. Maybe that’s the Mom in me–I trust my kids, but still have the need to double check and worry.

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