Toothbrush, Razor, Passport, God?

Philippians 2: 14-15

‘Do everything without complaining or arguing, so that you may become blameless and pure, children of God without fault in a crooked and depraved generation, in which you shine like stars in the Universe’


One of the great things about writing a blog is that I can share experiences in real time. Times when I believe God is working in my life.

It’s been a long day. At the dawn of the day I was in Darien. Now I’m in LA.

This morning I did the usual pre-flight ritual of going online, checking in and obsessively looking for the elusive aisle seat. I was amazed to find one available. Just one, so I frantically clicked the select button. I proudly announced to my wife in the car on the way to the train station that I had secured my seat and she suggested that perhaps God had secured it and not me. I had to agree.

Anyway, fast forward to later in the day when I’m comfortably sitting in my aisle seat feeling sorry for those ‘middle seat’ people. Those ‘less fortunate’ than me. At least that’s what I thought.  After about five minutes I heard a voice coming from the row of seats across from mine. It was a teenager, probably around 16 years old. “Excuse me”, he said. “Can you swap seats with me, that’s my brother sitting next to you”. The boy asking me was sitting in a middle seat.

I’m ashamed by what I said next. Truly, I am. The word “No” inexplicably came out of my mouth. No sooner had I said it, my heart immediately softened. I corrected myself and more than happily agreed to swap. I felt awful for saying no.

Earlier in the day I prayed that God would be with me during my trip in all circumstances. But I suppose we should be careful what we pray for! That seat clearly wasn’t for me. I believe it was reserved through me for that boy. I thank God for that. I thank God for the joy on the boy’s face when he was sitting next to his brother and I thank God  for choosing me. Amen!

The view from my Hotel room in Santa Monica.


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