When Paul got back to the plane, he was all worn out! He climbed in, put on his seat belt and turned to pull the door shut. Suddenly he heard three heavy footsteps: Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! They were a man's footsteps, coming from the head of the path.

"They're here!" he thought. "What do I do?" But no one shone a light. The last footstep stopped a meter or so away. Ever since Paul had left his bed that night he had sensed God with him every second God had helped him through so much. It was not time to turn back now! No! Quickly he shut and locked the door and started the motor. The noisy old engine cranked up right away!

Since this was a jungle plane, Paul had never flown it at night. Now he found that the landing lights didn't work -- only the little taxi light, which didn't help much. Besides that, the windows were all steamed up. Paul grabbed a towel, swiped the windows quickly then taxied forward. The wiping didn't do much good. Outside, a heavy fog covered everything.

At the runway Paul couldn't see a thing in the fog. "Lord, why? You've brought me this far and now I can't see to take off."

God seemed to say, "Go!"

Paul leaned out to see until he was in the air. (Click on the picture to go to a larger picture you can print out and color.)

"Paul held the door open with his shoulder to see better, poured on the power, hung out the door until he was up in the air, then closed the door.

Up he went -- 30 meters -- 60 meters -- l00 meters ... aaaaaaaah! He was above the trees. Paul's heart swelled with one deep long "Thank you, Lord!"

There was still one problem: what if the guerrillas tried to shoot him down? Then Paul understood why the fog was there. The guerrillas couldn't see him. Now Paul thanked God for the fog!

As the plane climbed ...

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