In anticipation of my upcoming trip, a friend asked me if I was nervous about it. No, not at all. To be perfectly honest, I absolutely LOVE traveling all by myself. In fact, I find that I am most comfortable when I am absolutely alone in sea of thousands of people, whether it’s in a crowded airport, busy city, or in line for a slide at a water park. I find myself watching people, wondering what their story is… because EVERYONE has a story. From the pre-teen with long, straight, blonde hair and a beanie cap traveling with his family, to the young couple juggling their twin toddlers, exasperated, to the straight-laced business traveler, annoyed by the girl next him who is cracking her gum, everyone has a destination, and has left something behind to get there.
I rarely speak to people in airports or planes, certainly not those seated near me. When traveling, I retreat into myself, my favorite place to be…as frightening as it is sometimes.
My mind races with ideas and thoughts about an omniscient God who sees all of it at once, and is intimately interested in EVERY one of them. I sometimes find it hard to keep track of just the things I need to do, let alone my children, and I only have 3. Yet the God of the universe knows every intimate detail of every one of His children at all times. Amazing.
“And there is no creature hidden from His sight, but all things are open and laid bare to the eyes of Him with whom we have to do”
Stay blessed, my friends.