The Crosswinds are Fierce. We'll give it a try, but might not be able to land.

...says the pilot as Anna & I buckled into the 3-seater airplane.

Every one of my senses were alert as we hurdled through space in a vehicle that seemed no bigger than a Corolla.

I watched the instrument panel, wondering what all the wild fluctuating needles meant.  I studied the back of the pilot's head, wondering what his skill level was.  I saw the tundra below and the mountains in the distance.

I heard the uneven engine roar so loudly we couldn't converse during the flight.

I had the smell and even the taste of the fuel swirling about the cabin.

I felt the lurching of the plane as we were buffeted by the wild winds.

As we approached the icy runway, I saw the pilot's neck muscles tense.  He hoisted himself up by a bar from the ceiling to get a better look.  He turned the plane around, and started the decent.  We circled around, and made a beautiful landing!

The principal was waiting for us on a 4-wheeler.  "I didn't think you'd make it in, the crosswinds are fierce today."

I'm thankful that I know the One who calmed the sea.  I know it was by His hand alone that I am here.