40,000 Feet Closer To Heaven

If you were to ask someone who recently had the opportunity to visit
the beautiful state of Florida, "What was your favorite part?" You might get
answers like "The beach, the shopping, escaping the frigid air of Alaska!"
I, myself would have a very different answer.
While on the plane from Alaska to Florida, I was beset by bitterness by all
who were around me. My siblings arguments were getting much more
aggressive. No more hair pulling and annoying poking...They were going
strait for the throats! I could no longer maneuver around the hatered being
tossed around like a used barf bag waiting to fall into my lap. I was about
to lose control.
Ah, the miracle of an iPod! I borrowed my dads musical deliverer from irritating
disputes. Not expecting a great selection of tunes pleasing to my ear, I
searched in the Artists file. Nothing. So I went to playlists and saw something
that peaked my interest...something bound to save me from flushing my siblings
heads in the crouded latrine. the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.
As all the familiar lines and words echoed in my head, all my anger and frustration
evaporated as the Comforter melted my chilling pride. I looked outside my window
and saw a splendor of unseen beauty. I felt as if I were negotiating with gravity and
sailing above the clouds. The flushed sun peered at my face, but I didnt close my
eyes. Never before had I felt so close to Heaven before. I was no longer in a
pressurized perspiring cabin, but a free spirit in the presence of The Savior.
Yes, the shows, the malls, the people, and the food was marvelous in Florida,
but nothing compared to the wonders of the Holy Spirit as I sought out freedom.
As it is the Christmas season, I cant help but remember that day and know
that I could never feel such peace if my Redeemer was never born. This has made
the Christmas season more Holy than past years. I am so thankful I have the
means to seek the Spirit as I begin to feel weary. The fruits of His words are
in my reach, and I will keep grasping.