Observation

I don't know if I ever mentioned it, but on a scale of 1 to 10 (10 being LOVE it and 1 being DON'T CARE FOR IT!) I would rate my love of flying at about 3.  Taking off and landing absolutely terrifies me.  And when I'm floating in a big tuna can that holds people of all weights and sizes and actually flies through the air--I marvel at the invention of air travel.  Then I practice in my mind how I won't scream all the way down if I end up on a plane that is going to crash.  I don't want to be the woman that President Nelson talked about in Conference! Instead I would close my eyes and say quietly I'm coming Scott...I'm coming!   After I get through all of those scenarios I then look out the window and absolutely love seeing the beautiful earth that was created and that I get to see patches of His handiwork because I am flying above the earth.  It is then that I realize that my 3 jumps to 8 and we are blessed to be able to fly all over the world in a matter of hours.  See the tops of mountains covered in snow or a desert that is beautiful even though it is barren.  See the massiveness of the Grand Canyon or the Mississippi River that meanders through the United States.  It's all perspective.