This airplane hangs on my huge wrap around porch. It hangs there as a symbol. I remember rummaging through Ross, my discount department store of choice, for decorations that would fit my family. Things that represented us.
The Dominguez clan. A tribe of various voices with one heart. A love expressed in ten different ways, yet love all the same. A HOPE that glistens and shines even through adversity. That’s us.
That airplane is us.
A simple relic of vision that takes flight. A dream that risks rain and wind to get to its destination. A faith that glides above the clouds, with our Captain keeping us in flight.
It takes us from where we once were to where we are now. From a distant reality to a known existence. That plane is us.
Different destinations. Distant destinies. Yet all in one piece.
That plane hangs there as a daily reminder. I won’t forget where I used to be and where I am today.
Just like God transformed the widow’s misery of poverty into a thriving business.
Just like God moving the Israelites from slavery into freedom.
And the lost coin that was found. I think we are that coin.
Our family. Our tribe. Our clan. There is no other like ours.
God has taken each of us to various places on His “airplane” of life. Different places, same love. Different dreams, same HOPE.
And it all hangs on the same promise.
The promise of our Heavenly Father’s love towards us. A love that will never go away. We rely on His promise.
Our lives remain because His promise is true.
Thus we become the symbol. The picture of His grace. The ultimate illustration of His love that transforms and makes good on His creation.