As a long distance mother, I fly east, regularly to Minnesota and Pennsylvania, and then west to home in the Central Valley of Northern California. Good-byes are often unspeakable, just a few tears choked back as I bravely try to convince myself and grown children the distance is manageable because of our love and respect for one another. And it is, somewhat, if there is another visit planned.
Recently my husband planned a trip west to Hawaii for the two of us. On the very short flight from Oahu to Kauai, our prop plane flew high above the earth through massive heavenly clouds. I peered out the window to see a distance that is as unspeakable as God’s steadfast love. While flying further west, I was caught off guard by the realization that there is no point between east and west when the transgressions of those who love and respect God are not removed. It too is an unspeakable distance that keeps inviting us to live a forgiven life.
For as high as the heavens are above the earth,
so great is His steadfast love toward those who fear Him,
as far as the east is from the west,
so far does he remove our transgressions from us.
May we let God manage all the unspeakable distances of our lives…Amen and amen!nd plan