Wonders of the Window Seat
Stepping onto the plane, breath held. Could it be? Yes!
Not only the roomiest space with leg room galore, but a W I N D O W S E A T too?
Lord you amaze me. (Secretly hoping no one knew I had only intentions of sleeping the entire nonstop flight.)
The high pitched mom voice paired with the low tones of a young male as they stepped onto the plane, were unmistakable. Nerves, anxiety, high excitement ….grief?
Please, Lord, no.
Standing there, watching them move down the aisle, I knew.
Stopping . Right. Here. A 30ish woman weighted down by The World. Her eager, hesitant bright eyed, sad faced 6ish son.
In moments, greetings exchanged . Enough to know.
“You’ve never flown before?”
“Here, take my seat.”
Wonder, excitement , uncertainty. “Can I , Mom?”
Hesitancy, weary tears, smile of gratitude from a young woman as her son slipped into the roomy seat and she next to him.
Telling you, all the action takes place on the aisle anyway. 🙂
Luckily, I didn’t sleep much that flight (sleep is highly over rated) but we did chat and chatter and talked about Life and Hope. I listened while a mom tried to explain to a total stranger and her 6year old son why they were headed North on a non stop…then held her hand, prayed and breathed, as we took off and landed.
Listened and watched as a little boy watched this Earth fly by below and the Heavens above. The clouds, the mist, the mountains. And asked is this where God lives?
I thought of a song by Cherie Call :
“I was sitting on a south bound plane,
I was buried in a magazine,
when the man in the next seat over
wanted to talk to me…”
If I’d slept I’d have missed the remembrance and Wonder of the Window Seat.
Today , one year later, flying back across the country to new horizons and new friends. You can bet there won’t be much dozing this trip either.
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Take good Care.
Until next time, Shandra, watching for Wonders Anew.