The end of the long trip reminded me that flying was truly for the birds.  If I told you about it, you’d be reading a novel instead of a thought.

As we waited for missing suitcases (an added bonus of the flight), we had the enchanting pleasure of descending to the bowels of the Atlanta airport.  That took us to The Land of Lost Luggage.  We gazed at the hopeful assortment of strollers, suitcases, boxes, bags, golf clubs, and skis, waiting with their little tags in place.  (Remember, when packed for a trip, this was stuff no one could imagine living without.  Now they were.)

We can never be lost to a heavenly Father Who loves us more than life itself.  We are secure in our salvation—not because we are holding onto it, but because of the Lord’s promise.  We could easily let it slip from our grip; He holds us forever.

Jude 24, 25  “Now unto Him that is able to keep you from falling, and to present you faultless before the presence of His glory with exceeding great joy,

To the only wise God our Savior, be glory and majesty, dominion and power, both now and ever.  Amen.”