My dad is a pilot and I grew up with a love of flying. It is a unique experience to climb into the clouds and realize the world is still happening below. It is a moment where I can escape, feel a sense of wonder at something that is hard to believe. On every flight, I find that my breathe is taken away and I feel a profound sense of faith. Seeing these views reveals to me with clarity that there is a God and He is big and He makes beautiful things. Perhaps one of my favorite moments flying was when I was in high school. My dad and I rented a Cesna and we flew over Ohio and watched the sun set. At first I was scared at the small door that stood between me and the sky, but I trusted my dad and I loved that he helped me to find my sense of adventure. I think one of the reasons he loved to fly so much is that he could see the face of God first hand. Some day, I hope to fly again together, just the two of us. Who knows, maybe I can even be the one with the pilot’s license…  another dream to add to the list.