This is what was the pilot said to us
as we began our ascent into the western skies
from Colorado back to California.
And I took that to mean,
dear Lord, we may soon be plummeting to the ground in a fiery death.
I may or may not have a slight fear of turbulence.
But when Addison began to say, "Whoo! Whoo!" and raise his hands
like we were on a roller coaster, I began to pray outloud.
No longer containing my prayers to the confines of my mind,
I called out things like, "Dear Jesus!" and "Oh my Lord!"
and of course, I said, "Jesus help us!" several times.
I don't think surrounding passengers heard me since the
rattling of the overhead bins was so deafening as we bumped
and jostled and dropped through the skies.
But they might have noticed the look of panic on my face
or my frantic pawing through my purse for Dramamine or
poor Will's face go from pale to white to a light green tone
as he clutched a barf bag.
Finally, Addie grew tired of the wild ride and said,
"Mom, is it going to stop bumping soon?"
To which I answered, "Oh Please God, Yes!"
Incorporating my answer into yet another prayer for a smooth ride.
I know in my heart of hearts that when I am flying that God has the
plane in the very palm of his hand.
It just that I really REALLY wish that he would hold his palm still.
But we made it home.
I only look slightly aged after the flight.
And when I was telling my mom about it on the phone
as we drove home from the airport,
I said, "Yes, Mom! I was praying out loud but I don't think
anyone could hear me."
Addie who was sitting next to me in the car piped up and said,
"I heard you, Mom!"
Hopefully, he will not be scarred for life over his mother's
show of fear and fervent but oh so heartfelt outloud praying.
That is another prayer entirely.
For now, I am just thankful I have both feet on the ground.
It's good to be home.