Flying

Flying gives me perspective. As the plane ascends, second by second, the hustle and bustle of city streets begins to go unnoticed and the traffic looks like a parade of ants. The earth and everything on it looks fake, like I could crush it with my foot. We tend to feel so big, so attached and connected to our own small world that we've made for ourselves as we stand with two feet on the ground. But in the air, you grasp how small we really are. From up here everything looks peaceful...everything looks quiet and still. We are like a grain of sand in the grand scheme of things-

-and yet-

He knows us.

And not just knows that we are here, that we exist, but He knows us. And not only that, but He cares. And He LIKES caring. It's funny, as the plane begins to descend, everything below seems to move more quickly again. Objects appear large once more and the chaos sets in. Although we now feel big again, we know we are but small specks here, with our own tiny worlds amongst a billion other tiny worlds. We go from land to sky, sky to land...from feeling big to feeling small, small to big. And still He knows us. He cares and knows us, all the same.