FLYING THROUGH THE CLOUDS

Is like driving in a whiteout. On the final descent into Toronto from a trip west recently, we had to fly through clouds for a good half-hour. Did not like it. I know the pilot had precision instruments and the guys at the Control Tower were leading us home but did not alleviate my anxiety. I kept looking for a break in the clouds to try to see the ground. Finally, it came and five minutes later, descending further, seeing the runway the plane landed safely. There had been rain so the clouds had covered the sky. Sometimes in life we are flying through clouds and really can not see where we are going! Faith can guide us! A good pilot! A good driver! The optimistic part is to keep looking for the ground and a safe landing. This can come in so many ways- a supportive family, good friends, a windfall, having an idea- all can lift the clouds and allow us to see. Do you have a story about your clouds lifting? Who is in your Control Tower?