We went for a ride today—a Sunday drive. I was reminded of short flights we often took in Alaska. On those flights we had no particular destination, we just wanted to enjoy the fall colors, or see the sunset or see how much snow had melted. We would fly down wide rivers as though they were roads with the trees whizzing by above our wings. The sensation of speed was intoxicating and we felt like soaring birds. Our flight today had that same feeling. We simply checked out things from the air and noted relationships of places we had previously known only from the ground. It’s amazing how things look so much easier from above. A trail we had hiked appeared easy to traverse—the hills gentle slopes. What we had struggled to climb—up close and personal—was flown over without breaking a sweat, in less than a minute.
Maybe that’s what heaven will be like. Huge insurmountable obstacles here on earth will be smoothed out and passed over and their true beauty will be seen from a totally new perspective.