You Just Never Know
“It’s not what you look at that matters.
It’s what you see.”
Henry David Thoreau
I am sitting here at DFW Airport at a charging station surrounded by people of every background, race, type and age, all coming together to one area with a common purpose: to charge up their devices before they get on their flights to all parts of the country, and possibly the world. Just for a few moments, there is peace in this diversity.
No one cares who believes what about politics, no one knows what tragedies the others have gone through. No one knows the other persons success or failures. They only know that they need to get powered up and on their way to where they are going…and chances are, none of us will ever cross paths again.
Come to think of it, none of them know, or are even interested in knowing where I am going or the absolutely crazy morning I have had. They politely crowd in to the electrical outlets, plug their AirPods in their ears and dive into their own individual worlds, as I am myself writing this blog.
Since I made the epic mistake of accepting an offer to change the time of my flight without reading the fine print, I am now on standby to catch a flight to Reno. I thought the new time was at 10:30 am, but it turns out to be 10:30 pm. Once I get there, I still have a 3 hour drive to get to a place I have never been before, out in the middle of absolutely nowhere for the trip of a life time that I have really been looking forward to: a photography workshop called “The Art Of Seeing” at the Adobe Valley, CA. Wild horses, camping, trail riding….everything I love!!
And all these people around me have no idea. They are all off to their own adventures. They have all had their bad decisions of the day. They are all just pushing through trying to make something in their lives significant.
On the corner of the charging station, a younger guy is holding his head in his hands like he just lost his best dog. Three girls to the right side of me are giggling and chattinging about all their fun plans for the weekend. A fashionable older lady to the left of me sings to herself quietly while she eats a messy lunch of Texas BBQ ribs. The young woman across from me is smiling as she looks off into the future, talking to someone she obviously loves.
But my heart just keeps going back to the young man on the corner who seems so down. Maybe he, of all these people, needs a prayer more than the rest of them. I can feel the Spirit move me to pray for this guy, who is about the same age as my youngest son.
I pray for his safety. I pray that God would touch his heart with love and lift him up. I pray that where ever he is going, that God would go before him and direct his path. In Jesus name, may he find what God has waiting for him.
I guess we never really know why things happen or why we sometimes can make an embarrassing decision (like I did for this flight), but maybe we can learn to just embrace it and connect with God when we don’t know what else to do, He will show us that He was in control of it all the whole time.
“Art is the language that everyone can understand.”
Karen Chatham
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