I used to be afraid to fly. The sudden little bumps in the air and the strange noises from the belly of the plane used to unnerve me. That all suddenly changed on a flight from Dulles International to Los Angeles.
Sitting, preflight, on a DC-10 and fidgeting nervously with my seatbelt, a man in the seat next to me leaned over and said, “You are exactly where you are supposed to be.” I do not know who he was—an angel or a godly human being—but from that moment on, flying was not nearly as traumatic as it used to be. In fact, I began to enjoy the exhilaration of takeoff and the joy of looking out the window and seeing the earth below.
Sitting on my porch one recent morning I began thinking about how I have seen God’s hand guiding and leading loved ones to where they are today. Letting go of what they thought they were supposed to be doing and letting God take over and lead them instead, they have come to the marvelous place of knowing they are exactly where they are supposed to be. As delighted as I am for them, it made me ask the question, “Lord, am I where You want me to be?”