I wrote this last year when thinking about how easy it is for me to get lost in the clouds on this journey.
Like a disoriented pilot flying without any visual cues, I have to make a decision: do I trust my unworthy feelings or do I trust the utterly reliable compass found in the Word of God?
I can’t deny that I FEEL certain things, but I can choose not to ACT on every feeling.
It was a lesson I saw my father teach many young pilots as they learned to trust their instruments instead of their own faulty sense of direction.
My dad is a pilot and flight instructor.
He’s flown everything from a single engine private plane to a fighter jet in all kinds of weather-good and bad.
When I was a little girl, he’d take me with him sometimes while he gave a flight lesson. If he was teaching instrument flying, the student would wear a hood that restricted his vision to just the plane’s instrument panel.
No external visual cues allowed.
Read the rest here: Flying Lessons
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