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You Raise Me Up

I have always heard God has a sense of humor. Today I experienced a bit of that. The 20 hour plane experience was not as dreadful as anticipated, in fact it was quite alright and even comical for a bit because of the turbulence we experienced and the humor God provided. Towards the end of our third flight leg, the captain’s voice sounded over the speakers, “For your own safety please return to your seats and buckle your belts. We may hit an air pocket that could cause us to drop several hundred feet and I do not believe you want your head to fly through the ceiling. Thank you.” I quickly buckled up, huddled in the thin blanket, headphones plugged in, prepped for a bumpy ride. Initially, the turbulence was nothing out of the ordinary, then the plane started to dive, and with each dip my stomach began dropping. Then I began to laugh because the song that played in my ears was Josh Groban’s You Raise Me Up, which is probably one of the most triumphantly inspiring songs in existence and yet here I was sitting in a plane that was doing exactly the opposite of the lyrics. I began laughing as I prayed/sang “LORD RAISE US UP… So we don’t die on this plane! Please raise us up!” Needless to say I was lost in the complete irony of the situation and had a great fit of giggle. The ride soon smoothed out and I am thankful to say we arrived safe and sound in Johannesburg, Africa! All my love, Gennavieve

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  1. CairaThursday, September 06, 2012

    Praise God for answered prayer I'm glad that you arrived safely in Africa. South Africa 2012 NO REGRETS! Also I got your card in the mail today, it made my day. I love you so much.

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  2. Elissa // LucyMintFriday, September 07, 2012

    Oh my gosh, while reading this, I can hear you telling this story in your hilarious storytelling voice (hand gestures and all). Can't wait for more posts! You and ridiculous plane rides...

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