I wonder how many hours are lost in our lives while waiting at airports. My record time for waiting is 24 hours, when a budget airline failed to give notice that my second flight was canceled. It was all ok in the end, because I arrived where I was going. I reached my destination.
Imagine, if you will, that you are required to pack everything you have (everything that you can possibly bring) to relocate somewhere. You are not given a destination—just a compelling command to get packed and go somewhere. You don’t know if you will need warm clothes or cool, if you will meet wild animals or be in a concrete jungle.
I thought about that today as I took my carry-on baggage to the airport. I thought about Abraham. He went even though he didn’t know where he was going, because he trusted the One who called him to go.
After almost half a century of living in this body, I’ve had so many times in my life where I was at a crossroads, clueless as to which direction to take. God always makes things clear when it is time. While I am waiting the temptation is always there to doubt, but as the years pass the doubts become less and less. This is not because I know more, or I have a formula to figure things out. It’s because I’ve trusted God and he has never let me down. He has ushered me in to adventure after adventure and it has been full of surprises.
Today I wait at the airport, knowing that in a few hours I will be at my destination. What I do not know, however, is where I will be next year, or the year after that. God knows.
Today, Lord, I take the next step and travel the nest road ahead, trusting the future to You. You have never failed. I believe you never will.