as you travel another day toward Heaven

Today I was reminded of the time I was traveling back to our home in Chicago from Houston. It was only a few weeks before the holidays, and Chuck and I were racing through the airport to check in for our flight. On this particular trip, I had packed heavier than usual. I brought a large suitcase and a small laptop case to roll around, and planned to check the large piece of luggage to make moving around easier. Like most people, Chuck and I decided to use the airport escalator to easily get to our ticketing gate. However, for some reason while riding up the escalator I lost grasp of my large suitcase, and (to my horror) watched it tumble down the moving stairs. Aghhhh! As I tried to chase after it, my laptop case also then slipped from my fingers and fell ten steps below. Immediately I panicked. How on earth would I retrieve my bags? I was in no physical shape to challenge a moving conveyor and poor Chuck was in front of me with his own two cases to manage. I felt like I was living out a comedy scene from an old sitcom. Except this wasn't funny. My laptop could be broken. My passport could be stolen. Lord, help!

Thankfully, out of nowhere, who I now like to refer to as "Airport Man" (an mature gentleman wearing a grey Houston sweatshirt) appeared at the bottom of the escalator. He carried no bags. He held no ticket. Assessing the situation, Airport Man grabbed my two suitcases and yelled up, "Don't worry. I've got em'." Relieved, I watched him smile directly at me as he rode up the moving steps. Tearfully, I began to thank him incessantly. When he reached the top of the stairs, I threw my arms around him as he tried to hand both cases to my husband to stack and better manage.

"Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you!!!" I squealed.

Airport Man laughed and smiled at me with kind eyes, and then said to Chuck in a deep Texas draw, "You've got your hands full being married to this one, huh?"

Chuck joked, "You have no idea."

I continued thanking Airport Man profusely until Chuck finally shook his hand and then dragged me away to check our large luggage at the counter. Later, we boarded our flight and settled in for the two hour long trip. It was then that I reminisced at how crazy-thankful I had reacted toward Airport Man's rescue. He had come out of nowhere and brought a joyful outcome to my klutzy mishap. Airport Man was indeed a good Samaritan who showed up when I needed help the most on that particular travel day.

While remembering all this today, the still small voice in my head prodded, "Victoria, do you appreciate the Lord your God with the same fervor that you expressed to Airport Man? Do you display the same kind of gratitude toward Jesus for saving you? For Christ has taken on all your heavy burdens. He has redeemed you from every klutzy mishap of sin and has offered to take care of each detail in your life. The Lord wants you to know His relief as you step onward toward His kingdom. He wants you to to squeal with delight when you consider Him. His greatness commands incessant thankfulness and admiration. His glory is to be made known!

Ladies, what a wonderful reminder from God! What an important thought to consider. For if we are not uplifting the mighty Name above all other names, then how are we spending our time? Really, how grateful do we outwardly thank and acknowledge God's heroism?

Just something to consider as you travel another day toward Heaven. Yes, head home to your King with praise and admiration. Worship with a new song, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you, Jesus! I love you! I love you! I love YOU!"

Blessings!

~Victoria

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