Flameout!

A soft breeze ruffled his straight blond hair and cooled his skin damp from the exertions of play in the Central Florida twilight. The boy lifted his head trying to see the source of unfamiliar aircraft noises approaching over the massive water oaks lining his home town streets.

Nearly grazing the treetops, a fighter-bomber from the nearby Naval Airbase strained to stretch nearly non-existent fuel to reach the runway of the local airport. Landing lights ablaze the struggling aircraft flashed overhead in the semi darkness with a last blast of thrust from its dying engines. With relief the boy noted that although it was very close the plane cleared the trees and settled onto the runway. 

What he did not realize was that the pilot had blown several tires on landing, thinking he only had a very short runway for his fast and heavy aircraft. In the darkness he simply could not see the rest of that long and beautifully maintained runway stretching a mile or more into the distance. Because the airport was currently being used by smaller general aviation planes, only a small portion of the runway was lighted. It was only in the light of tomorrow's new day that the pilot realized how useless and counter productive his panic stop had been.

Hmmm...   

Sounds rather like our responses when God's Word counsels peace but we panic anyway. It is often the light of tomorrow that reveals the security of today when we feel so vulnerable. Feelings can be so inaccurate.

Rest in His Grace.

With love,

Richard Orrell