For well over a year and a half now, I have climbed aboard plane after plane. Week after week and month after month, I step onto an airplane and never once see the pilot. I’ve never spoken to one of them. I’ve not had the opportunity to ask them 100 questions before deciding if I trust them. I don’t know if they are tired, qualified, drunk, or even know where we are going. I just walk back to my seat, buckle up and keep my seat and tray table in the upright position.

So why won’t I do the same with my Creator and Heavenly Father?

That was the question that came to me almost audibly Friday. Weighing a big decision has opened some dialog and discerning with God lately. I find myself asking 100 questions (why, when and how). I am begging to know that everything will work out alright. I am even questioning His direction. In the meantime, I climb aboard another plane and give my faith to another pilot. I give a guy I’ve never seen my physical well being…literally. Yet I won’t trust God with a decision that He has made VERY clear?

When it comes to this decision, it’s time to find my seat. It’s time to place my “baggage” in the overhead compartment. We’re about to “push back from the gate” and I am going to trust my “pilot”. He has delivered me safely in the past and will do it again….

“Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.” -Hebrews 11:1