There is nothing like sitting at an airport. People are rushing, sauntering, sitting, sleeping, and arriving or going somewhere on this big planet of ours. I can sit for hours, and often have to, and just watch people. Every color, age, and class seems to be represented.
Each one has a story.
Each one has hopes and dreams. Love. Heartbreak. So many emotions in such a bustling place.
Each one matters to God. Continue reading What’s Your Story?
A few days ago I noticed that I had driven quite a distance without noticing a thing. Lost in my own thoughts, and the car was in cruise control…not a very safe method of travel. Fortunately I was on a good road and had no incidents to worry about. This made me think about how often life seems to be in cruise control. We spend days and weeks, and months sometimes, going forward with a blank stare and a brain at minimal capacity. It can be a way to avoid too much pain at times, and so it turns into a defense mechanism. But it can also be just a life that is being lived at minimal effort. Continue reading Cruise Control
This next week or so I might not be able to post up anything. With the traveling coming up there is a good chance that I have no Internet available. This same reason is what I have for not posting every day in the last few weeks.
What I want to leave you with is a little homework. 🙂 So many of us don’t read our bible enough. Some not at all. We just read Christian literature, and absorb that, thinking that it is enough. Deep down we know it isn’t nearly enough. Continue reading Homework…
We are now driving through the middle of Tanzania. Two days of heat and packed sandy scenery. It’s raw and beautiful. It’s amazing how many people live in such harsh conditions. Survival is the key, no luxury available, and if you’re lucky you can afford a cold coca-cola once in awhile. How many of us could actually survive this heat without fans and air conditioning? It’s amazing what we take for granted…what we are used to, and what we also demand.
Continue reading Heat…
Never Stop Wondering
Never Stop Wandering
Wanderlust…”strong longing for or impulse toward wandering”. This is my motto. We live in a world that is fascinating and full of things to experience. Since birth I have traveled. Mostly it was because my parents were missionaries in many places, but I also ended up working as a flight attendant. Travel is addictive. Seeing new places opens the eyes. It puts things into perspective.
Continue reading Wanderlust