The hot air balloon shot into the bright skies that morning.
Manned by a smartly dressed young fellow who looked in total control.

On his eyes were safety glasses to protect him from direct exposure to the flame.
For the flame was an eternal one which no naked eye could see.

With deft touch, he kept the valve open and heat rushed into the balloon;
An action that propelled the balloon to shoot faster into the air.
For the valve was the holy word that propelled his ship forward on the right course.

As the balloon ascended, he opened the propane tank frequently,
An occurrence that caused the flying object to stabilize at the altitude which would be stable.
For the tank was the moderation which was constantly preached in Philippians 4:5.

Indeed he possessed the
complete tools needed for a safe flight

The Fire extinguisher of humility.
The first aid kit of prayer which he could make use of whenever disasters struck
The topographic map of wisdom to enable him understand the times.
The newly acquired aviation map of thd scriptures to help him understand the nature of the terrain he was flying in.
The Holy spirit who served as his friend and altimeter that helped him focus in the high altitudes.
And a log book which he used to record every beautiful experience which were etched in his memory.
For he held every intention to spread the good news of the person who had given him the balloon to sail away from the barren lands.

The atmosphere was calm for a while.
The young man communed with his friend with much enthusiasm.
The spirit driven fellow feasted on the manna which the owner of the balloon kept for him in a basket.
And the balloon sailed without any hitch.

Then, disaster struck.
From below, the ruler of the city set forward his plans to capturing the escaping renegade.
He armed his archers with the best bows and ordered them to keep up with the volley fire;
A rain of arrows which tried unsuccessfully to puncture the balloon.
Frustrated with the failed tactic, the ruler ordered the troops to bring out the roaring cannons;
Ones that roared and spat projectile balls of fire towards the balloon.
A tactic that also failed for the young man surrendered the piloting role to his friend; holy spirit.

With a loud shout from pent up frustration, the ruler uttered a string of bizzare words that caused his armies to shudder vigorously.
A string of commands that roused the northern lord of the wind from his deep sleep.
A string of commands that roused the kraken and caused it to disrupt the spa session of the southern lord of the winds which he was enjoying at the Atlantic.
A string of commands which injected the western and eastern wind Lords with a hate serum that saw them lock arms in a fight of fury, with the balloon standing in the midst of the hurricane.

The companion of the young man smiled and extended his arms towards the young man;
Beckoning for the rudder which controlled the balloon.
For he was a veteran who had helped most escapees overcome the same scourge of the mad king.

The young man, however, temporarily forgot about his friend.
Terror was clearly written on his face.
Sweat creased on his palms and He found it hard to swallow.
He had momentarily forgotten the banter which he had shared with his companion during the peaceful period.
A talk in which the companion shared, with the young man, the numerous times which He had seen the evil king fail in the attempts to hold escapees.

The young man tried to steady the balloon from losing altitude.
An attempt that was hugely unsuccessful as he had forgotten all about the instruments which were at his disposal.
The winds raged and the mad king was delighted that his plans were working;
The lords of the air were fully performing their roles;
The balloon was descending at an astonishing rate;
The young man was panicking and clinging desperately to a dying pillar of hope.

All appeared bleak.
The king mocked the young one with a tongue in cheek.
An end was coming to the young man's winning streak.
His tank, full of faith, was fast draining with a gaping leak.

Until that moment he let go.
Until that minute he surrendered the control to the other companion.
Until that second that he realized that nothing meaningful could come out of his efforts.

That was the moment, the balloon stopped it's downward spiral.
That was the time the king panicked and the lords of the wind dispersed.
That was the time the leaks sealed up and normalcy returned.
That was the time ascension began once more.
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