"Up, Up, Up"

 Up, up, up. And then you see the sun. 

 One of my favorite travel moments, especially if we have taken off when the clouds are producing rain, is when that moment when the airplane finally breaks through the thick moisture and we are surrounded instead by sparkling, eternal, bright blue.

 How you experience life is a matter of which side of the clouds you are on. Beneath the clouds you feel their weight holding you down.  Rise above them and you feel the freedom of flight, the joy of being held aloft on God’s pillow mattress. Then the clouds are pillows inviting you to skydive onto them, a playground of white cushions and blue spaces.

 Hope is the knowledge that carries the dying up.  Here is what we know: just as Jesus’ body was taken up, hidden by a cloud, so it shall be for our bodies when Jesus comes again to fly us home. (Acts 1:9, 11)

 Up, up, up. And then we shall see the Son.

 (Inspired by the movie Clouds.  Written for a friend who is in hospice, awaiting her rise above the clouds.)

We'll go up, up, up
But I'll fly a little higher
Go up in the clouds because the view is a little nicer
Up here my dear
It won't be long now, it won't be long now.

Zach Sobiech, Clouds