I’m not a crier, but I cry in airports….almost routinely. I can basically calculate where it will be. It is after I pass the McDonalds on my left and the Aussie souvenir shop on my right. As I travel between the two moving walkways with my book bag, travel pillow and black American Tourister carry-on BANG! the tears fill up in my eyes.
They are not sad tears. They are overwhelmingly grateful tears. Tears that flow because though this path in life was totally not in my playbook – or even one I wanted (it actually gave me immense anxiety at one point) – it is actually better than anything I could have ever dreamed of for my life.
See, had I not quit my job, sold my house and left behind the familiar I wouldn’t call 24-hour flights between the US and Australia normal. I wouldn’t have friends that literally stretch onto almost every continent. I wouldn’t be living the life that actually fulfills me. If it was up to me I would have settled. (This is NOT to say people who don’t do ridiculously extravagant things are living their second best life – I just was and didn’t know it). And for some reason, the airport reminds me of this every time. It reminds me that even when I don’t understand, His ways are perfect. Even when the direction He asks me to walk seems a little off.
The airport tears came again a couple of weeks ago as I passed the McDonalds and Aussie souvenir shop on my way to be Maid of Honor in one of my best friend’s weddings in Cape Town. Cape Town! South Africa people! Not only was I about to board a plane heading to South Africa, but I knew people that lived there! And when I touched down in Cape Town I was going to be met by all of my friends from the four corners of the globe. What in the world? What is life!? And so…cue the waterworks between the two moving walkways.
Now I sit at my computer, a few weeks on from that moment, having “one of those weeks”. A week when life throws a curveball in your life plan and you are left wondering “what the heck God? Seriously?” But it is also the moment I call back to memory those airport tears. Those tears of gratefulness. The airport tears that remind me that God’s plan for me may not have me saying “Amen” now but one day it will have me yet again welling up in tears as I pass a McDonalds in some other country knowing that His plan, His will, His direction is always the Best…even when my mind can’t conceive it and my heart doesn’t understand it.
So today I will follow, a bit blindly but also boldly, in His direction knowing that the airport tears will come once again.