Holding Tight to God

Holding Tight to God

I just returned from a trip to Idaho to see my mom. It’s pretty much a seven-hour plane ride, not counting layovers. And I’m a terrible flyer which makes it seem longer. Ask anyone who’s ever had to fly with me and they’ll tell you, I get nervous, refuse to move from my seat, even if we’re still on the tarmac, etc. It’s just something I’ve never enjoyed. This time was a bit different. Instead …