Free ~ The Grace Between

Free

 

Yesterday in church . . . (I was paying attention, I promise) . . . I really, truly, remembered that I used to fly helicopters.

I closed my eyes – and for a heartbeat . . . I was free.

I could see the ground fading away,  blue skies bursting through the windshield.

I could feel the steady drumbeat of fully articulated rotor blades coursing through me.

Climbing, up, up, and up . . . stomach dropping, soul soaring.

I was airborne.

And now, here on earth . . . despite the hard things that accompanied this life . . . I am all-the-way-deep-down-in-the-depths-of-my-soul gratitude for every second of every minute I spent cutting ties with earth.

Every. Second.

~M.

P.S. (Photo at top is the helicopter that me and my buddy (and PC and all around awesome person Peder) ferried from Germany to Kosovo. I give all credit for Monster Animal in the window to him.

Due to an unfortunate computer crash, all my helicopter eye candy photos are of the Husband’s first deployment. But they are too good not to post. So enjoy.

 

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