It Passes All My Understanding...

I took the 6 am flight to Atlanta. About an hour into the flight, I was amazed by a sight that looked something like this.

I took out my camera to get a picture and I had left my battery at home. I thought of Grandpa during the entire flight. Since he loved taking pictures of sunrises and sunsets, I thought he would have liked this one also. While I sat in awe of this breathtaking sight, I thought of a song by Cherie Call.

I was sitting on a southbound plane,

I was buried in a magazine

When the man in the next seat over

Wanted to talk to me

He talked about the universe,

He talked about Saturn's rings

He said, "I might be an atheist,

Except for just one thing:

It passes all my understanding

How it all worked out just right

The distance that we live from the sun,

The stars that shine at night

We may prove that it was just an accident

But how did it begin?

It passes all my understanding."

I told him, "You are a scholar;

You know things that I don't know

But I believe a God in heaven

Made everything below

And I know we are his children;

I've known it since I was two

But when it comes to being struck with awe,

I'm just like you

It passes all my understanding,

All the beauty we have here

From the majesty of the canyons

To a tiny baby's ear

And even when I can't believe it,

He still believes in me

It passes all my understanding"

We watched the sun set through the clouds

In a tiny little airplane window

With people sleeping all around

And I thought of how we just expect this world to be

And when the flight attendant passed me by

I threw away my magazine

It passes all my understanding,

That the Lord knows both our names

And that He made this world for everyone

That was sitting on that plane

And in spite of all of man's distractions

He offers us His peace

That passes all my understanding

When Grandpa heard something he loved, he would document it. When dad was cleaning out his house, he found poems, words to songs, talks, etc. that Grandpa wanted to remember...maybe I have inherited his desire to remember. I am always writing things down...