Plans to Give You Hope and a Future

On my wall in my office in Alaska hangs a framed picture with the words of Jeremiah 29:11, “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” I bought it when I shouldn’t have, when money was scarce enough that I used the jar of spare change for groceries, when I worked two jobs to hold together my young family. My marriage had fallen apart, and I was a single mother of five wonderful kids. 

 I teared up when I saw that scripture hanging on the wall in the Christian book store. I stood there staring at it, swallowing hard, gripped with God’s message of hope. I hung it on my wall at work more than 25 years ago. I reflected on it when exhaustion made the words blurry, when I didn’t get the promotion, when my article was rejected, my flight lesson was two steps backward, my kids were sick. Years passed. The children grew into teens and graduated from high school with honors. God put my marriage back together after nine years apart. I earned my pilot’s license and an instrument rating. His plans had given me hope and a future. 

 When my husband died of cancer four years after our reconciliation, I stared at those words, contemplating his plans, the ones I knew and the ones yet to come. My confidence in his promise had grown. I trusted that my God was a good God. A decade passed, and I settled into a rewarding single life with my family, work, and church. As time allowed, I went back to school and earned another degree; then wrote my first book. His plans were good, full of hope, and I was thriving in them. 

 Then last year, God did a whole new thing with my marriage to Dwayne King. I retired from a 30-year career to focus with him on Kingdom Air Corps’ ministry, on training missionary pilots to take the gospel to the remotest places in the world, to villages and towns off the grid, having no roads, isolated from modern life as we know it. I’m amazed at how many of these places exist, even in the United States. In Alaska, 80% of the villages have no road access. In other countries, villages like these are not unique. A three-day snow machine trip in bitter winter to visit the nearest community is a four-hour airplane ride. So, we push hard to train our missionary pilots, to send them home to their countries, to help them build a runway, acquire an airplane, to pray for them. Our sincerest thanks to all of you who join us in this work. Thank God that his plans give us hope and a future.