By Wanda Billbe
The Moore American
MOORE — We were fortunate to take an extended weekend trip to visit our son in the Los Angeles area. Typically, my husband and I prefer driving, but there are times when it is not feasible.
So we booked the airline reservations, hotel and car and touched base with other relatives we wanted to squeeze in a visit with while we were in town.
The flight out went smoothly. Flight attendants were attentive and we couldn’t have asked for a more perfect flying experience.
On the flight back, the pilot’s voice came over the loud speaker several times, telling us the location we were flying over, what the expected time of arrival would be and that we couldn’t have had better flying conditions for this trip.
The take-off was easy. None of that jerky-pull-at-your stomach fear that usually accompanies the airborne path.
When the pilot hit the control to release the landing gear, that, too, was quiet and as the plane descended and the wheels touched the runway, we knew we were in good hands. Our pilot guided us safely home.
It’s truly amazing how we can put our trust in a stranger to glide us through the sky in a small metal manmade bird, but we have difficulty trusting the pilot who is in control of our lives.
At one point, our pilot said, “Just sit back and relax. You’re in good hands.”
We have no idea what tomorrow will bring. Trusting our pilot, leaning back and letting him take control and guide us through the turbulence waiting around the bend is the best way to ensure smooth sailing ahead.
There is a very old hymn written by Edward Hopper (1822-1888): “Jesus Saviour, Pilot Me.” John Gould wrote the music:
“Jesus, Saviour, pilot me over life’s tempestuous sea;
Unknown waves before me roll, hiding rock and treacherous shoal;
Chart and compass come from Thee — Jesus, Saviour, pilot me.”
We couldn’t be in safer hands.
Wanda Billbe is a regular contributor to The Moore American.