Going Home

I’ve finally begun to enjoy flying – at least the part

where the Captain’s voice comes over the intercom

saying: “We are now making our final descent into

Oklahoma City.”

I am afraid of heights and still can’t make myself

look out the window when we are taking off, but

there’s something thrilling about knowing I am 

 

almost home.

I look out the window and see windmills and land 

 

that looks like a patchwork quilt. I see rivers and

then houses.

Finally, I see the lights on the runway. Then I

 

wait for it … the plane touches the ground and I

am home.

At 67 I know I am getting closer to the time when 

 

I will get to my eternal home. I am looking

 

forward to hearing my Father’s voice at last as 

 

He says: “Welcome Home.” That will be the most

amazing homecoming ever!