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?