I waited to blog today, because I wanted to do something different. My whole memory I’ve loved watching the space shuttle take off. When I was a kid, I wanted to work in mission control at NASA and talk to the astronauts. How amazing to sit here with my daughter now–after I watched Columbia lift off for the first time in 1981–and watch Atlantis take off for the last time.
I have to be honest… it makes me want to cry. It has always teared me up to watch them go up and watch them land. There is such a beauty to it, such an awesome moment of freedom, almost. But to know this is it, there won’t be another shuttle going up, is like saying good-bye to an old friend, isn’t it?
And aren’t we all today thinking of Challenger and Columbia? Remembering those astronauts? If you’re like me–especially a child of the eighties–you remember where you were when you learned about those tragedies. It makes me tense every time they say, “Go with throttle up.” All of this almost makes you wonder if God lets them watch this, doesn’t it?
This always makes me think of how God created man. If His creation can come up with such things, how much more awesome must His creativity be? I know it’s a man-made thing, but it always makes me think of God.
And now… liftoff. Still incredibly beautiful, isn’t it? Love what they said: “The space shuttle spreads its wings one final time for the start of a sentimental journey into history.”