I happen to like airports–the busyness and even the smell. I happen to like getting to the airport much earlier than necessary to catch a flight. Sure, I’ll take a good excuse to sit around for a couple of hours and read a book.
But more often than not, my eyes stray from the page and look up to see what’s going on around me, and since I’m in an airport, it’s a lot. Who’s going where and why? The suits, sweats, uniforms and Mickey Mouse t-shirts give little clues, but I want stories and backgrounds.
All these people going everywhere, all day, every day, all over the world. Makes me feel kind of…small. Small in soul. Little in purpose.
And really these are Evil Lies, because God does not see me this way, and nor should I.
But sometimes I have a hard time in the daily. To me, “big” and “purpose” are easy to figure out for people who do big things, i.e. charity workers, travelers, artists, musicians, “famous” people in any context. Little people touching a lot of lives.
And then you read these lists and articles for young twenty-somethings about changing the world one pair of shoes or bottle of water at a time. And it’s great. Great in size, but how does what they do apply to me as I wake up every day and rub little eye crumbs off my face? What does “big” and “purpose” look like every day?
(Before I continue, I must emphasize that I’m writing to myself here; I just happen to be posting it in a public place.)
Maybe I’ve gotten too far ahead of myself, because maybe it’s basic. Maybe it’s His Word, and praying for wisdom because He promises it liberally to anyone who asks. Love and kindness and hard work. Asking for help to have proper motives for my actions and praying for humility more than anything.
I’ve gotten too far ahead of myself, but: Jesus is real and He confronts insecurities in the daily. He is in the every day.