Sometime ago I was flying from London to Mumbai. At 39000 feet above the seas and the land mass that I have been for a short while calling 'home', the clouds came together , hiding it from my view. I knew for well that in less than the 20 days I should be back again in my cosy room in the tiny town of Essex. I was quite teary eyed - not for long - just few tears drop fell off my cheeks. I was not sad but there is always a longing for the people and the love of home that I find wanting me to let go of my hold on it , doing this was emotional. As the flight embarked the upward journey, the clouds that seemed like nomads showed a very life like perspective to them. There, like jellyfish, the blob of white and radiant clouds broke off at edges like tentacles and tried it's best to hold onto the pieces that were falling apart. I must confess that all this seemed too dramatic and exciting for my normal day life and I was pleasantly amused . I was drawn to Psalms 19 ...
....giving up all that inferior stuff so I could know Christ personally