You’ve got plans, you’ve got schemes. You act to implement them. Or try to.
So you get on a military aircraft. It’s free for you, since you’re a military retiree.
But all it takes is one little instance of clarity to make you re-think your plans. All it takes is having to put on an aircraft oxygen mask for the first time after countless instances of flying. All it takes is feeling the aircraft that you’re on drop out of the sky like a leaden gray lawn dart, while you’re calling on the Lord like you’ve never called on Him before; audibly and in front of other people.
All it takes is to feel the aircraft finally level off as you’re thanking the Lord in advance for putting you on the ground safely and in one piece.
Then, minutes later, you’re on the ground safely and in one piece.
I’m sure many people have called on God in such situations and still died. I know Todd Beamer did. I know also that misfortunes fall on the just and the unjust alike.
I don’t know why I’m still here to type this, but I am.
I don’t claim to know the mind of God. All I do know is that this one particular plan—me not dying today in a plane crash—was in agreement with His plan. All of my other plans will be taken under much more stringent advisement.
I’m happy and thankful to be home.
