Who would you call with your last goodbye?

What is it we strive towards?

As I sat on the plane a few days ago tens and thousands of feet above an abyss of ocean, I was suddenly stricken with the terror that something might go wrong. I had put all of my faith into a large piece of metal catapulted by a mathematical equation I did not grasp and piloted by someone I had never met.

Fear flooded my cheeks.

I thought about all the things I have yet to accomplish.

I thought about all the people I would miss.

All the people I hoped would miss me.

And I realized that none of it matters.

Then I became even more terrified.

If none of the things on Earth matter, why am I so attached to them? Why do I cling to them like they can keep me here just a little longer? Why do I let them keep space in my heart that should be filled with You?

All these things I believe to be so important could be ripped away if my plane falls.

And yet, even knowing they should not be where my heart lay, these things I cling to still were.

No longer do I want to be tied to the material things, these relationships, these competitions.

My heart should rest in You.

And when it does, the rest will satisfy itself.