Lay Over

There are so many things I still need to tell about Spain. My desire was to get to the cafe every night and blog about the day, but it wasn't as easy as I thought. Plus it was starting to get a little expensive buying drinks to use the wifi, so I figured I would update even after the trip. With that said, I will give plenty of information about my time there, but right now I feel like I want to talk about the airport.

Five hours into our 7 hour lay over in Atlanta, I decided to check if it would be possible to get on a direct flight to Seattle. I pretty much knew the answer already since we have checked luggage, but I decided to try anyway. You never know, right? So i went to the counter and got in line behind about ten people. The first thing I hear is a family clearly not getting what they're asking for. They were arguing back and forth with the lady and throwing a huge fit. You could just feel the frustration radiating off of them. It was crazy.

After that ordeal, it was nice to have at least two minutes of quiet until the next person went up to get helped. They also didn't get what they were wanting and they also decide to throw a fit. The next person did the same exact thing. It was getting ridiculous and I started to feel really bad for all these people. The air seriously felt heavy and every single person was upset. It was such a bummer.

About 15 minutes into waiting this old man got in line behind me. We didn't talk at all until about 15 minutes after that. So yes, that's 30 minutes of waiting in the line so far. I absolutely hate lines, but I had been standing there so long already and there was no way I was going to leave now, even though I basically knew the answer I was going to get. The man told me that he was a diabetic and badly needed his insulin, but his insulin was in his luggage that was lost. He was the only person in the line that wasn't visibly freaking out and he was probably the only one whose life depended on getting what he wanted. I don't know if he knew Jesus or if he has just lived long enough to really know that you can't control the circumstances that life brings. All I know is that he really touched me for some reason.

After he told me that I started to pray for his body and then I just started praying for everyone around me. I couldn't help it in the moment. I couldn't imagine being in a situation like that and not having the peace of Jesus to keep my heart calm. Life will stress you out over and over again, that's just life. But our God doesn't want us to simply live life, he wants us to live it abundantly and to the fullest. So even when those things come along that seem to shatter your hope, He has it all under control.

To me when I think about that it takes away all the pressure. I don't have to make things work. And if things don't work, I don't have to waste my time stressing about it. I almost felt like God put me in that line today to be the peace among the storm and to just be there and present praying for each one of those people whose day took a sudden turn.

I knew that this trip changed me, but I really think that my entire perspective of the world has been altered. Because now I see Jesus everywhere, in everything. Things that used to scare me almost excite me now because the smaller I become, the greater he becomes and the more I get to see his glory. He really is in every situation it's just whether or not we're willing to find him.

Oh man, God is so good!

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