Air Commander Vishal was a Jet Pilot. In a combat mission his fighter plane was destroyed by a missile. He however ejected himself and parachuted safely. He won acclaims and appreciations from many.
After five years one day he was sitting with his wife in a restaurant. A man from another table came to him and said “You’re Captain Vishal! You flew jet fighters. You were shot down!”
“How in the world did you know that? Asked Vishal.
“I packed your parachute,” the man smiled and replied. Vishal gasped in surprise and gratitude and thought if parachute hadn’t worked, I wouldn’t be here today.
Vishal couldn’t sleep that night, thinking about that man. He wondered how many times I might have seen him and not even said ‘Good morning, how are you?’ or anything because, he was a fighter pilot and that person was just a safety worker”
So friends, who is packing you parachute?
Everyone has someone who provides what they need to make it through the day. We need the many kinds of parachutes - we need the physical parachute, the mental parachute, the emotional parachute, and the spiritual parachute. We call on all these supports before reaching safety.
Sometimes in the daily challenges that life gives us, we miss what is really important.
We may fail to say hello, please or thank you, congratulate someone on something wonderful that has happened to them, give a compliment, or just do something nice for no reason.
As you go through this week, this month, this year, recognize the people who pack your parachute.
Life
Life is not about finding the right person, but creating the right relationship. It’s not how we care in the beginning, but how much we care till the very end.
Thoughts
. Worship is a heart overflowing with praise to God.
. We are shaped and fashioned by what we love most.
. Gratitude to God leads to growth in godliness.
. Only Jesus’ death could purchase our freedom.
. We sow the seed—God produces the harvest.
. True thanksgiving emphasizes the Giver rather than the gifts.
. We can accomplish more together than we can alone.
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