I watched my first African sunrise from above the clouds, my tired eyes entranced by a misty canvas of colour – a blurry and undefined gradient of black to deep blue to warm and fiery oranges. The sky this morning was violent and blazing. Fierce. It was the kind that arises passion and discovery. Simultaneously soul-stirring and promising. It promised hope to me. A sunrise over the dry and desolate plains of east Africa is the kind that displays God’s majesty and heavenly beauty. His love is thick in the air around me as I fly, I can see it in my surroundings and I can feel it in the atmosphere. The only way I can describe his peace in that moment was omnipresent and unescapable. I knew then that I was safe.