Flown the nest is a phrase usually leveled at a teenager who have 'finally' left home.
We'll, our 51 year old left home last week when John and Holger flew our Beech 18 out of the farm for the last time, and on to its new home in Namibia.
I wasn't here to witness the event, as I was away on a missions trip in Moz, although it would of looked something like this:
I haven't delved back in the log books far enough to work out how many hours it flew over the 18 years it was with us, or equated that to how many times round the world it has flown. It would be difficult to count the number of passengers who flew in it, and night impossible to know how many people have been affected by the ministries of those passengers.
It might have just been a plane, a collection of mechanical parts (some of which we have got to know very well!), but as a tool in Gods work it has been invaluable.
We will miss flying it - although we won't miss operating it, but we will certainly miss its growl on take off and it's sheer presence in the hanger. We will retain the memories of the places it has taken us of course but for now though, we look to the future and what God has in line as its replacement.
P n' C
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