Out on a Wing

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In 1997, I traveled from the comfort of my home to the barrios of Managua, Nicaragua in search of God. Where I was at felt most desert-like. His presence was missing. Exhaustion came quickly and lingered long. 

It was foolishness for me to go. We didn’t have the extra cash lying around and my children were 3 and 5 years old. They needed their mom.

But, I had to find Him. And I did . . .

Our flight landed in Houston, TX where we were to transfer flights from domestic to international. We had about 20 minutes to sit, waiting to board our connecting flight and I spent it staring out into the overcast, dark afternoon sky—a reflection of all that was inside.

After boarding, I found my seat next to the window and watched as our plane tipped its nose upward and we climbed into the clouds. Above the clouds was brilliant sunshine, golden rays streaked the clouds below—a rainbow of color bouncing from wingtip to window, aweing me with its majesty. It was then that I heard, “Even when it’s overcast and you can’t see beyond the clouds, I AM always here.”

I was ready to turn the plane around and go home where my babies waited for me.

Once again, I’ve planned a trip, believing—hoping—this is God’s appointment and not my own foolish desires pressing me forward.

Newport Beach (Google Images)

On paper, this is foolish. We have less money now than we did in 1997. I have four children ranging in ages from 19 (20 in Sept.) to 9 (10 in Aug.). It’s the end of the school year. Our 18 year old son is graduating. But many around me, especially hubby, have pressed me to continue with the plan. “This is God’s appointment for you.” Jeff says. “He’s going to do something in your writing while there.”  Even when in the hospital two weeks ago, he insisted, “You’ll NOT cancel this trip. It’s important you go.”

Did I mention we haven’t any money?

At this moment, God has begun to show His opinion regarding this trip. After I return, I will fill in the details, but suffice it to say, He has had a way with making me cry because of His amazing goodness and His ability to surpass man’s idea of provision, and renders us speechless with His own. What I know, right now, is that He has begun something and I better remember my notebook and pen so I can write down everything He does from now until I return.

Come Rain or Shine, Keep Dancin'

K. A. Jacobsen
Writer
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