In The Airport

Author: siggy

In the airport there milled around hundreds of people who were all strangers–maybe thousands.  I would just people watch.  They came in all ages, face and sizes.  Some people were tall and others short.  Their faces were all different.  I could only marvel at God’s diversity.  I kept expecting to run into a friendly and familiar face.  This was unrealistic.  In my town of less than a thousand I keep bumping into someone I have never seen so I don’t know know why I should expect that.