Thursday, April 3, 2014

God's Wink



Unfettered by time, and completely desirous in His love and perfection to touch the human heart, He does. We would think that God is so busy with the "important" items of the day, that He doesn't wink-but I know for a fact that He does. He winks at everyone on the face of the earth, but many hearts have hardened, or closed, or cooled from years of stress and fear. But it's never too late to look up, and expect a wink.

Overwhelmingly tired from all of the packing and preparation for this trip, as well as pinched for space in my  mind and in my carry on, I failed to think about eating or going to the bathroom before boarding this flight.  Now that my head is a little clearer, and the plane is moving, I realize I have to go, and it can't wait much longer, however, once ON the airline, it is usually time to wait.  

The flight attendant not only gives her normal seatblet speech, but she's added another item to her speech, something about a flotation device, and I look up just in time to see her donning it and giving a special instruction...hmm, I'm thinking, maybe it was a United Airline that flew into the Hudson?? 

Finally, yes, she's finished with her demonstration, and now we need to wait some more as the airplane climbs...and climbs....and climbs. How many feet must we climb before the seatblet sign is realzed, I'm not sure, but finally, we have arrived at that magic number, whatever the magic number is, and I stand up to go to the restroom , when another woman, three rows ahead of me, snags her chance.  This happens twice more, and when I finallly get my chance, I try to play it cool, inside my mind, however, I'm RUNNING to the bathroom-and I make it.

When I sit down, He winks at me.

I'm not sure who picks the handsoap for United, but what a cool wink. As I'm sitting on the John, I am once again overwhelmed by His love. Now, this may not be a God moment for most, but as I sat there in the 2' x 2' area, I am face to face with GRACE-His unmerited favor, overwhelming undeserved love and beauty, His goodness, and His personal, hand guided touch as Mark and I begin this journey  to Israel. 

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