But today, before I start humming again, I’m pausing to simply be — to soak in all that God created us to be and to realize just how incredibly blessed we are. Sometimes the best songs aren’t sung on stage -- they’re lived out in gratitude, grace, and the goodness of another brand-new day.
But things can’t always be perfect. It took flying to Nashville for me to gaze out the airplane window at those cotton-candy clouds (the kind that make you want to grab a spoon). I couldn’t help but think — what a peaceful view!
At 30,000 feet, everything looks calm and orderly. You can’t see the traffic jams or breaking news headlines. You’re just cocooned in quiet, surrounded by billowy clouds and blue sky — a temporary haven above the chaos.
Wouldn’t it be nice to live with that view every day? To rise above the noise, the news, and the nonsense? I’d love that! But God didn’t design us to live above life. He placed us right in the middle of it — mess, mission, and all.
And sometimes that “middle of life” shows up as a four-hour layover at the Dallas/Fort Worth airport — courtesy of storms that grounded flights and tested patience!
But even there, grace made an appearance -- right between Gate 5 and Panda Express. With orange chicken on our plates and laughter in the air, peace found us in the middle of the storm.
God reminded me that His grace isn’t just for mountaintops or milestones — it’s for layovers, too. (And yes, I wrote this very blog from the sitting area of Gate 5!)
It’s true, we’re told to have “the peace that passes understanding” (Philippians 4:7), but peace isn’t found by escaping the world — it’s found by carrying heaven’s calm into it.
The world doesn’t need more noise — it needs more light. And we, dear friends, are here on assignment. To see what the Father sees, love how the Father loves, and live in a way that makes people say, “They’ve got their Father’s eyes — and His heart.”
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