It was an amazing feeling. Never before in my life had I felt so unrestrictedly calm and relaxed. All I had to do now was to let go of the stick, and life’s struggle would be over. Forever. Within seconds, my little floatplane would crash into the mountain ridge next to me and go up in a great ball of fire… “God is in the rain.” I believe this lovely quote is credited to British comic writer Alan Moore. Most certainly, many other people, less famous, have expressed this view too. Personally, I love this sentiment. It is common sense.
But then, of course, God is in the Sun as well.
And in the Air. And in the Wind. And in the Clouds, And in the Trees, the Rivers, and the Oceans. He inhabits the great savannahs and grassy plains of Africa and South America. He is part of the Rocky Mountains and the Himalayas. He lives in the soul of every creature on every continent - perhaps even in Australia - on this magnificent planet.
He is in the Stars and in the Moon.
He is in the Universe because he is the Universe.
God is IN all these things because He IS all these things.
I assume He doesn’t spend much time in the big cities any longer because there would be no point for Him to reside in an iPhone, a Black Berry, a TV set, or a Computer. He has no need to compete for your undivided attention against endless streams of daft and foolish entertainment.
You cannot see Him with your eyes, but you can feel His eternal existence with your heart.
He is the mightiest being, but He speaks with the softest whisper.
God talks to you constantly. He continuously communicates with you through your dreams and your desires.
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🌪 “The Yukon Pitched. I Rolled. God Trimmed for Level Flight.”
Canada, 2018. The Yukon tried to kill me that day—
48-knot crosswinds, mountain walls closing in, and turbulence so violent it beat the fear out of me. I should’ve never been up there. But pride is a vicious co-pilot.
Then came the stillness.
Not the “calm before the crash” kind, but the velvet silence of something greater—like the storm itself stepped aside to let something divine pass through.
I wasn’t afraid anymore.
Not of the wind, not of the impact, not even of dying.
Because in that moment, I remembered: we came from something bigger, and we’re going back.
Not as punishment.
As reunion.
That flight didn’t break me. It baptised me.
And ever since, whenever life threatens to tear open the fuselage,
I just smile and whisper:
“Is that all you’ve got?”
God is in the rain.
And He’s already waiting for me on the other side.
Grace Meets Chaos: The Storm Had a Choice—And It Chose Her.
Nicole standing barefoot in the rain on a windswept beach, arms raised to the sky—symbolizing quiet faith, raw freedom, and spiritual strength beside the chaotic life of bush pilot Marcel Romdane.
She never needed wings. Just faith.
And possibly noise-canceling headphones.
🚬 “Death Lost Its Charm the Moment I Remembered Who I’d Leave Behind.” 🕯️
Because eternal peace is no match for your wife’s disappointment.
January 2023. Wyoming.
The mountains tried to finish what the Yukon started.
A violent nose‑over, overspeed screaming past the red line, 600 feet between me and a smoking crater—and I felt nothing but peace.
I actually let go of the controls. Welcomed the fall.
But then I thought of Nicole.
And that tiny thread of love was enough to pull me back from eternity’s doorstep.
Funny how the will to die is quiet…
but the will to live roars.
Faith in the Fire: She Didn’t Just Believe in God—She Believed in Me.
Nicole again. The one who endured every takeoff, crash, detour, financial meltdown, goat incident, and near-death confession with the kind of quiet resilience that makes angels reconsider their job description.
She doesn’t follow me. She doesn’t chase.
She just walks—barefoot—through the fallout zone I built with my own delusions.
Every step she takes rewrites the meaning of grace.
And every time I see her like this, I remember the brutal, burning truth:
I wasn’t saved because I was brave. I was saved because she was still watching.
📁 What Could Possibly Go Wrong? 📁
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