When the sun is out, every low-flying plane casts a shadow

I tend to notice things that other people might think odd. It’s a quirk of mine that I don’t particularly dislike, even if I feel weird about it sometimes. Like one time when a small plane was flying overhead and it was low enough to cast a clear and defined shadow. I thought, “Oh, IContinue reading “When the sun is out, every low-flying plane casts a shadow”

When it’s silent overhead

The title of this blog might lead you to believe I have some deep revelation to share with you today. If we think of God in Heaven up above, maybe I’m about to dive into a subject like, “When we don’t hear God speaking,” or “Where is God when we need Him most,” or “IsContinue reading “When it’s silent overhead”

I’m just standing here watching airplanes…

When I played Little League, I’d say a conservative estimate of all the airplanes I looked at when they flew over the fields was all of them. I remember coaches telling me to pay attention. I was paying attention. To the airplanes. I can’t say what it was that captured my attention so wholly, but they did.Continue reading “I’m just standing here watching airplanes…”