Departure day

Leaving On A Jetplane 

The words of this song by John Denver from the 1960's, are ringing in my head this morning.

"All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go

I'm standing here outside your door

I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

But the dawn is breaking, it's early morning

The taxi is waiting, he is blowing his horn

Already I'm so lonesome, I could die

So kiss me and smile for me

Tell me that you wait for me

Hold me like you never let me go

I'm leaving on a jetplane

I don't know when I'll be back again

Oh babe, I hate to go"

In our case it is a bit different:

Our only two bags are packed

we are ready to go.

I am sitting here writing this blog

and will soon wake you up - with a cup of coffee.

The dawn is nearly breaking, because the cat woke my up.

I am not lonesome.

A kiss would be nice when you wake up.

I won't have to wait for you.

Hold my hand

when we leave on a jetplane.

I know when we will be back again.

Oh babe, I love to go.

God willing, we will be back.

We make our plans but the outcome is not in our hands.

As it is written in Romans 8

"For I am convinced that nothing can ever separate us from his love. Death can't, and life can't. The angels won't, and all the powers of hell itself cannot keep God's love away. Our fears for today, our worries about tomorrow, or where we are - high above the sky, or in the deepest ocean - nothing will ever be able to separate us from the love God demonstrated by our Lord Jesus Christ when he died for us."   Quoted from the Living Bible

I always wonder what did the writer saw as 'high above the sky'? There were no jetplanes at that time. 

Today we fly, high in the sky, thirty thousand feet high, a long way down.