I receive an alert that thunderstorms will most likely delay my trip home tomorrow. I apply the family motto that “every delay is God’s way” so I can begin to turn my dread to joy. Who wants another hotel, another long wait at the airport, and the fuss? Will I cancel class on Monday? What about my family? What am I supposed to do?
Every delay is God’s way!
But pray the weather turns! As I research why a thunderstorm so disrupts planes, I realize the vital way planes endure: they cannot fly through the storm; they must fly above it.
I think higher. I lift my eyes higher. God holds our times and our delays in His hands, and nothing falls outside His loving control.