The next time I would spend time in an airport would be from a different perspective, as an adult, trying to get somewhere, with little time, and maybe interest, for watching. As I was taking off, in many ways in my own life, I didn't recognize that little pleasure of gazing out in wonder in the same way again.
In one area of my life, I had taken off, soared through several unknowns, and then landed in this beautiful paradise of my own family; in a home where, just today, I sat on my back deck, where my eyes were opened and spirit taken back. With children busy in the yard, all attention was soon directed to the soaring sound of a plane coming in for landing; the airport in our small town just past our subdivision. I rarely notice those planes, even now. They don't take off or come in for landing very often around here and so I only seem to notice them, at a glance, once in a while.
However today, I watched from the point the plane came in to view to the point it went out of view, descending ever so close to us, remembering the delight I felt as a child. And in remembering I thought how ironic, that here I was, able to watch the planes come in for landing just by looking out the large picture window of my home.
Coincidence? I think not. I smile from my own landing and think, "I think Jesus loves me this much; enough to give me even the littlest pleasures in life to remind me of a little girl sitting in an airport gazing out in wonder." A person should never forget the wonder that makes them believe something bigger than themselves.
The littlest things we can so easily overlook, but oh, how He shows us in so many of those ways just how He loves us.