She stared at the ceiling suspended above her. The dark airplane cabin felt empty and yet way too overcrowded at the same time. It was full of silence and the sound of the engine. Erica leaned against the wall of the plane and closed her eyes as she tried to think of good thoughts. She could see nothing good coming of waiting right now. She could see nothing good coming of not waiting. It seemed like both paths led to dead ends.

"God, what do you want me to do?" her whisper was lost in the continuous roar of the plane. She stared at the closed window panel. It seemed like her life was one long confusing trail heading in a very upward direction, but she smiled at that thought. A scripture came to her and she meditated on its words, "The way of life winds upward for the wise, that he may turn away from hell below." It was the path toward heaven. She smiled at the thought. Though it was a long journey and it was full of pain and hurt, its end was standing with Lord in that day. Her life could end in an instant, with perhaps the stopping of the engine. The plane could just stop flying- and she smiled at the thought.

I would be home.

She sighed as the importance of her troubles fell from her shoulders to the mountains beneath her. Those mountains, she remembered from when the window was open, were small wrinkles in the earth below. When she gained the higher perspective they seemed insignificant. The plane was able to fly over them without a second thought or glance. When standing at the foot of a mountain, though, it seemed too high and far. The trek seemed impossible to her. Another passage of text flew into her mind, one that had come to her many times. "But those who wait on the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles, they shall run and not be weary, they shall walk and not faint."