Have you ever wondered what would happen if you did not plan your next move? As I traveled across the continent to Nashville, my plans were to experience everything I could possible think of included renting a car to travel to my sister’s place in (Mason) Cincinnati, OH. By renting a car, I could meander up the state of Kentucky after spending time in Nashville with 6,000 other Avon Ladies and visit my sister, Lynn for a week or so. But as fate would have it, that was not to happen. My plans were not God’s plans. My driver’s license and phone was misplaced by me in Seattle on the layover and not realizing it happened till landing in Nashville.
After spending five more days in Illinois, celebrating a delightful birthday with two sons, Patrick and Timothy in Chicago, I was ready to head to the Oregon coast.
Have you ever wondered what would happen if you thought you had everything under control and relaxing as the day went by and people mingled around you knowing where they were going only to find out they were at the right place and you were not? Does the panic button get pressed or does God step in and take over?
Have you ever experience such perfect peace knowing you ARE where you are supposed to be and don’t know why, only to realize, He has ordained your every step. Knowing God walked before me was the most real experience I had ever witnessed as I was at the Chicago O’Hare Airport for 24 hours.
I was at total peace about my surroundings unknowing I was about to miss my connections to Portland. He did not let me panic. He ordered my steps and others directed the way.
The icing on this cake was the foreknowledge KNOWN only by God, that a young man from Jordan was about to embark on the USA soil for his first time to witness the solar eclipse. I was at the wrong gate; as we met at the supposed correct gate the plane was gone. As he panics; wondering what to do next; my thoughts veered to the customer service desk only for them to say they were closed. Going to “K” we were greeted to say our plane was still boarding but we had to run to the end of the corridor.
As we sprinted, he says he couldn’t go any further. But we had to and we did to find 7 more passengers boarding.
My restful day at the wrong gate was only interrupted when God deemed it necessary to help a stranger in our land of the hope and the free. The stranger was extremely grateful I was there to assist. Praising Jesus OUT LOUD for being with us as we ran the distance. God’s Spirit is alive and well even in Chicago!
Can going West mean anything more than seeking a new adventure and leaving the past behind, just as the Oregon Trail folks did in the 1800’s? What did they take with them as they deemed a necessity? Clothes, good shoes, maybe even two if they had such a blessing. Probably a warm coat, and one or two coveralls, underclothing was limited as the women had to wash laundry daily and hang it on the back side of the wagon as it whipped in the breeze; or camped a few days to get the laundry done before pulling out before dawn. They were more concerned about their food supply then what they had to wear. Hunger can rip at the depths of your core more so than being cold.
Going West meant new terrain, mountains to climb and valleys to settle in to call it a new home if one chose to stop and stay abit; as some did not get the choice to see the Pacific Ocean. But they still went west, all the same. Stopping in the Rocky Mountains for a winter, would be a better choice than climbing those mountains even if it was spring time. But,as one moved further west, more opportunities faces the young man with a new wife, trusting he would be the man he set out to be.
Moving away from the prairies of Oklahoma, or Minnesota, one would be challenged to accept the new adventure that layed before him. He would prepare his mind to seek adequate work to provide for his families needs; he would supply spiritual growth as he deem necessary. He would plant food for the winter and store up the abundance for spring. He would build his home with a solid foundation and teach his children to work hard as he learned from his father in the home land. He never forgot his strong beliefs and upbringing to have integrity and fairness in all his dealings. His harvest was proof of his hard work and his family was the pride of his joy as he saw he was a good teacher.
Life is good! As his next generation carrys on to make a better earth we call home, he can revel in a job well done.
Moving West; new adventures lay before everyone of us as we make changes in our lives to seek a better life not just a living. Oregon, here I come.
When someone says they feel Blue, they may really mean they are feeling quite ill.
When someone says they are on Top of the World. You know they are having a glorious day.
When someone says they really don’t feel like their usual self…you wonder who they feel like…someone else?
Have you heard they feel down in the dumps? Wonder who put them there? Could be the man feeling Blue.
It is amazing how one feels can rub off on someone else and make them feel NOT up to Par. What is Par anyway for them may not be Par for you. Any Golfers?
Beware how you make others feel for they may be on top of the world and your attitude may have popped their bubble and deflated all their joy.
How would you respond if someone said they said they were in the PINK? Rejoicing and joining in with the joy of being in the Pink.
Have a very Pinkish day and watch out for all those who want to be Blue!