This was my journal entry as I was waiting in the Barcelona airport before arriving to Menorca.
Being alone in an airport is something very difficult to describe. The stores are closed, the automatic sidewalk slowly starts to shut off, people just aren’t moving anymore.
Everything is still. Actually, I become still…and peaceful, and strangely, I am ok with that.
Who knew that coming into the Barcelona airport is where I would find the peace and quiet my soul so desperately needed.
The others that are here are sparse, but have the same goal in mind as myself. We are all going somewhere else. Because, unless you are Tom Hanks from the Terminal, you don’t call the airport your home. But, maybe we should.
I equate this place much to myself. Like an airport, I’m always having flights take off, attempting to manage the intricate details of each landing, and rarely stopping to take a break. Whether the tasks be preparing an on-board meal, carrying too much baggage, trying to even out the plane, or orchestrating the landing; I attempt to do it all, and worse, I try and convince myself that I can.
However, I should NEVER attempt to be the airport, I am only one plane and overcrowding my landing strip with anything else is a sure way to disaster.
I slowly begin to realize that I need to give up that power of “orchestration” to God. I need to allow someone wiser, stronger, and greater. For it is only HIM who knows the weather, the proper flying schedules, the gate numbers, and most importantly, where the restrooms are.
When “my plane” comes in for the night, God lets me relax in his presence Everything is turned off and its just me and Him. God is an airport.
My plane needs to focus on 1 thing, following the airport’s guiding plan (and consequently, not worrying about things that are not under my plane’s control). Rather than trying to be an airport, maybe I should rest there instead. Maybe, just maybe, I can learn to release, learn to let go, learn to focus on living through the God of the Universe’s master plan.
Isaiah 40: 28-31 Do you not know? Have you not heard? The LORD is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He will not grow tired or weary, and his understanding no one can fathom. He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak. Even youths grow tired and weary, and young men stumble and fall; but those who hope in the LORD will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk and not be faint.
Psalm 18:32 It is God who arms me with strength, and makes my way perfect.