Flying home Sunday, I sat by the window, captivated by the view. The clouds stretched out like an endless blanket, soft and inviting, with sunlight bouncing off some and piercing through others. I couldn’t help but smile, imagining angels dancing and running through the clouds, watched over by God, who sat smiling indulgently from above.

     From above, the soft white clouds stretch out like a vast, endless sea, solid and dense, hiding everything beneath.  It's like an otherworldly landscape-miles upon miles of pure white, soft and smooth, with peaks and valleys that roll gently across the horizon.  There's a surreal quality to it, as if you could step out and walk across this fluffy, solid world. The sunlight peaks through  in spots.  From above, the clouds feel like a serene, unbroken blanket, separating you from everything below, creating a peaceful sense of floating above it all.

     From above, all my problems feel far below, hidden beneath the thick layer of clouds. Here, I’m lifted high above them, closer to God, where I can let go, even if just for a moment. Up here, the worries of life feel distant and small, buried under that serene, unbroken blanket of white.

     As I float in this peaceful space, I imagine angels dancing and playing in the clouds, their laughter soft as the sunlight breaks through in gentle rays. It’s as if they’re reminding me that life, with all its heaviness, can be lifted, lightened, and held. Here, above it all, I find a sense of calm, as though God Himself is holding me, reminding me that I’m never alone.

    Sometimes, we just need to pause and be whimsical. I could have spent the flight home focused on my book or ticking off tasks. But instead, I found myself gazing out the window at the beautiful clouds my Dad created. I imagined Him there, smiling as He watched the angels dance, their laughter echoing through the sky. It was a moment of pure joy, a lighthearted celebration as they danced and sang His praises.

     But then my mind drifted to what lay hidden below those clouds, and my heart tightened. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as I wrestled with the ache, whispering a prayer and handing the pain over to God. I took a deep breath, brushed the tears away, and let my thoughts return to dancing angels and the peaceful, open skies.