turbulence.

Clouds bounced around outside my window in their own playground, their own world, without a care. It was almost as if they were calling me to join them: to simply come and rest happy.

Grace gifts - these clouds of mine. And mine they had become as they accompany me on my travels back to the place I know (or knew) so well. Sailing smoothly through the upper atmosphere my nerves were surprisingly calm, considering the amount of anxiety normally experienced in flight. And I was almost fooled into thinking I had conquered my arch enemy of turbulence as we began our descent.

I did not realize how wrong I was until these clouds of mine turned on me, covering the view from my window - my one source of security at 35,000 feet above the ground. And the bumping and jerking and stomach dropping and sweating and holding as tightly as possible to the arm rest came. Just keep breathing, I remind myself. Breathe in. Breathe out. And then, a Voice.

That tiny Voice from the depth of my soul that so often only whispers. It claims over the voice of fear: "Ella, I've got you." And in that moment, the emotions and reality of life flooded in and I could not stop the tears from flowing. Because I realized, then and there, even in the turbulence that is life, He's got me. His is a love that is forever.

And a peace spread over me, like a warm blanket covering in the cold of night. All the ups and downs and curves and punches and doubts, all the grace giving laughter and heart tearing tears of life: He's got them. So I simply come to His feet and I rest happy in His grace because what else can I do with this Love that holds me so close to His heart.