I found a way to survive an airport on a Sunday. Play Christmas music and go to the bathroom next to gate E 5.
The plane landed and I had just enough time to, you know, do some business before I had to jot quickly to my gate that would take me to beloved Rocky Top. I put in my headphones as I walked in and there was the jolliest woman with lashes that extended to the Atlantic and a smile that disarmed defensive and weary passengers. I happened to be a physically weary passenger fighting a cold and longing for my sweet home on West Glenwood.
She greeted me as if I had entered the pearly gates and I was her long lost daughter. “Welcome!!! I am so glad you are here!”
"Yes! Welcome!"
Does she know I am in a bathroom in the Charlotte airport? Does she know SHE is in a bathroom in the Charlotte airport?
She continues. “I want you to have a blessed day. I am glad to see you.”
I continue staring.
“Be BLESSED everyone!” she booms in her beautifully deep voice with a side of sass and warmth.
He is WITH us.
He is WITH me.
Many times I am the hustling woman through the airport with a frantic look on her face, just trying to get to the next place in hopes of it taking me home, the place I really want to be, but I miss his WITHness. He is always present, but presence can be true of God and be oblivious to me. Somewhere in there I miss the togetherness that is always mine for the taking. This WITHness is becoming my life calling and life longing. To enjoy His WITH as I am WITH others - even in a crowded airport. That woman in the bathroom by E5 was WITH those she served, with such presence and joy. God Bless her. I think God enjoys her so much. I hope she knows that that He is WITH her today.