Flight scare

This year I promise to be good, go for God's kingdom, spread the gospel. That's the pledge I made after that horrible flight from KL to Melbourne. Here's the story.

Getting ready for flight, although not so enthusiastic and excited as we didn't get to fly on Qantas. Anyway, in all the in-flight entertainment, supper and smiley flight attendant, the plane got a little rocky. The pilot announced that we're going through a storm and told the passengers to remain in their sits and stay calm. I thought it wasn't so serious as the rest of the passengers were calm, doing their stuff, ignoring the announcement.

As for me, I panic (in my seat of course). The plane was really rocking, swaying side ways. Seriously, I thought I was going to die. Lots of things were going through me head. I was constantly reminded that we're on a plane! Not a bus, train or car! A plane! 300 feet in the air! What scared me was that we're flying above the ocean. What if it crash and I fall into the deep ocean? I kinda imagine scenes from Air Crash Investigation, people rushing for their lives.

And at that very moment, I told God that I will complete His mission, spread the gospel, save innocent souls, bring them to God. Not that I'm scared of dying. I am 100% sure I'll live an eternal life in Heaven. But I ask God to let me live.

Thinking back, I wondered. Did God intentionally wanted a storm to happen at that exact moment? Did God want to open my eyes? To realize my incomplete mission? Quite funny actually. Maybe. And I thank you. It wasn't an experienced I would wish to go through but it's a forceful encouragement for me.

Yup, this year I will do my best to spread the gospel.