Sunday Inspiration: Soaring the Heights



Soaring the Heights

By Susan Sage

Forty-seven years is a long time to wish for something. When a possibility rose, life took over and dashed hope. Often wishes are like a hawk after a mouse. They don’t give up.

When my friend suggested a way to make this desire—now turned to bucket list—come true, I figured it would remain elusive, forever out of my grasp.

Until that day.

“Could this really happen? I just know something will stop it. Breathe. Figure it won’t happen and you won’t be disappointed.”

My self-talk replayed as I drove to the small airport. I had eaten at the nearby café on occasion always wishing, never going so far as hoping, watching the small aircrafts taxi and take off as I ate.

And here it was. Could this happen? Might I grab the wish, allow it to turn to anticipation, and see it realized? Did I dare dream?

After parking, the pilot and I walked the driveway between hangars. Breathe. Don’t be too disappointed when the motor won’t start or we can’t take off.

But as the pilot demonstrated how to climb into the back seat of the two-seater plane, wishing turned to anticipation and excitement broke through my protective wall. This could actually happen. I latched the belt and safety harness then drew in a deep breath.


Suddenly, we were taxiing down the runway. Leaving the safety of the ground, laughter bubbled like vinegar hitting baking soda. The headphones stretched as my cheeks pushed against them. The pilot talked about where we were and what to expect. But, my heart soared just like the little plane. We’d done it. I’d done it.

No, God did it.

You see, I’m scared of heights. So, what was I doing up in this small aircraft flying high above the firm ground which held comfort and security?

Facing a multi-layered fear.

I’d been told so many times in life I shouldn’t do this or that or I needed to be careful due to health issues. It had become part of my makeup. I’d spent so much time fighting to stay alive I’d lost the thrill of living.

When, five years ago, the doctor told me his only expectation in my case, was quality of life, a little part of me died and though I continued to fight, I couldn’t see potential victory. I would simply fight to the end, still expecting the end.

And then, a doctor hinted at the possibility of maybe I was doing well enough we could consider lowering some of my medications.

Instead of driving home pondering the usual bad news from a doctor, I was like a shaken soda bottle waiting to be released, slowly, tentatively at first. Then when my friend mentioned her husband would take me up in his plane, the cap began to release from the bottle.

I did the only thing I knew to do. I asked God and I kept asking. And fear began fading like fog met by the sun’s brilliance.

That Friday morning, when the tires left the ground, we rose, and the buried fragment of hope broke through its hiding place. Even through turbulence, even while the pilot stalled the motor on purpose, even when he turned the plane on its side so I could get a good picture of the earth beneath us, and especially as he guided the plane to a rollover, God’s peace had me completely enthralled.

When my feet eventually touched ground again, I realized the time I had wasted not being afraid of dying but being afraid of living. No more. Only God knows how many days I have on this earth but until my days are up, I want to experience all God has for me. I want to live every moment in this adventure He planned.

What’s next on my wish list? Whatever God brings. I’m ready to fully live.

Meet the Author


New to north Idaho, Susan Sage and her husband are enjoying getting to know the new area. She continues to work on her craft writing about God’s purpose and sovereignty in all aspects of life. She enjoys writing devotionals and flash fiction. She enjoys mentoring other writers who are new to the craft.

She is currently working on revising her website, which should be up in the next few months.

You can find her on Pinterest, Facebook, and Twitter.

Thank you to Susan Sage for sharing this inspirational message with us today. You can read her Sunday Inspiration column at Pandora's Box Gazette the 4th Sunday each month.


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