Apr
29
2013
In The Airport
Author: siggyIn 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.