I flew into Las Vegas on Sunday night. My Dad and I are meeting to do some projects on the new house. I’m one of those weird people who loves to fly. Let me rephrase that: I love to be up in the sky, I don’t like the hassle of the airport. You should have seen me checking in my baggage. I had to switch items from one suitcase to the other because one of my suitcases was over 50 pounds. Once I picked my underwear off the airport floor I headed to security where I had to have my stomach patted down (How weird is that? That’s all she did; just patted my stomach! I’m not sure if she was checking to see if I was pregnant or hoping that I didn’t have a weapon, but either way it was weird!).
There are two places where I feel closest to God. One is at the ocean and the other is in the air. I love to look down on the world and wonder how God knows how many hairs are on my head. I think about how small buildings and cars look from so high up and try to fathom how God can hear my puny little prayers and act on my behalf. I guess flying makes me see His awesomeness and get a glimpse of His glory. I love it!
Sunday night was no exception. The sunset was amazing. I swear I saw hot pink and royal blue colors in the sky, but it might just have been the reflection off my window. Either way, I praised God for His beauty.
A few months ago I found a great new Christian artist and quickly downloaded her CD. Her name is Meredith Andrews and she’s amazing. Listening to her worship music while staring at the sunset from above made me eager to get to heaven. If this kind of beauty is on earth I can’t imagine what heaven is going to be like!
Right in the middle of this awesome moment the flight attendant passed me some pepperoni. How weird is that? Of all the snacks to provide on an airplane they chose pepperoni. There were some other snacks in the tray, but the pepperoni really stuck out to me. How many people really like to eat plain pepperoni? On top of pizza is one thing, but by itself is quite another. Obviously I’m not a huge pepperoni fan, but I ate half the package anyway.
My life has been crazy the past few weeks. Between packing and preparing to move my days are spinning. I barely have time to breathe, let alone spend time with God. Under normal circumstances I love praying and reading the Bible. But when I’m stressed and feeling out of control, I view my time with God kind of like how I viewed the flight attendant with the pepperoni. I see it as an interruption.
How messed up is that? Spending time with God and developing a relationship with Him is the most important thing I can do and somehow I allow my priorities to get totally screwed up. Unfortunately I don’t think I’m alone in this struggle. Whether it’s the kids or church, work or family we are all pulled in a million directions. All too often God gets the short end of the stick.
With Christmas only a few weeks away (and my moving truck coming next week) let’s make a commitment to make God the priority of each day.
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