I remember as a child flying down to Florida to visit my grandparents and looking out the window at the clouds below me. That must have been an amazing thing for a child. To realize that yesterday you were looking UP at the clouds and now you are looking DOWN at the clouds. I remember thinking that the clouds looked like cotton balls spread out all over the sky. What would it feel like to jump through them? My parents tell the story of my reporting to the entire plane that I saw Jesus out there. I wish I could remember now what I saw then.
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