Gam and I left DFW airport with minor delays due to storms but made our connecting flight to Vienna just in time. While standing in line, an attendant dressed in red from head to toe including red hose and red high heeled shoes asked for our boarding passes and escorted us out of line. We, of course, had no idea what was going on but we follow directions well. S
he took us to the desk and printed us new boarding passes. Gam asked, "What is going on?" My reply, "I have no idea." She then took us to another boarding door that let us onto the plane cutting in front of at least 100 people. We walked onto the plane wandering where our new seats were. My new seat 7H and hers 7G. As we boarded, we were greeted with Austrian smiles and accents. I then noticed first class with its grassy green colored carpet, light baby powder blue walls, and purple chairs with an unbelievable amount of leg room. Then I noticed row 6 and seats 6H and 6G. Hmmm....After teaching Kindergarten, I know exactly what number comes after 6. 7! No....we must have the seats directly behind the curtained heaven I thought. Nope...we were upgraded to reclining chairs (I could actually lay down) with blankets and pillows and 5 course meals and wine and anything else my heart desired. I sat down but refused to buckle or put my things away in fear that at any moment the red clad flight attendants would escort me to my real seat. But no....so I buckled, settled in, and took off in complete amazement. Then I began to think after overhearing the two teenage girls in front of me. My first thought was spoiled rotten. They were barking orders to the attendants and wanting this and that and expecting it immediately. I, on the other hand, sat comfortably and wondered if these goodies had an extra price tag. The girls had clearly never flown coach. Heavens NO! Then I began to think some more. I did nothing different than the other 100 people in line or the 200 some odd people behind me. I did nothing to be sitting in my little "heaven." I know it is a stretch to compare my salvation with first class but go with it. I then realized how often I act like the girls in front of me. I ask God for things that I want and expect them immediately. I focus on my comfort, my needs, what I think is best, and my timing. Notice a pattern? ME! ME! ME! Why can't I stand before God like I sit in first class? Completely stunned by the things presented before me feeling grateful and unworthy.
Ohh...and did I mention the personal chef?
he took us to the desk and printed us new boarding passes. Gam asked, "What is going on?" My reply, "I have no idea." She then took us to another boarding door that let us onto the plane cutting in front of at least 100 people. We walked onto the plane wandering where our new seats were. My new seat 7H and hers 7G. As we boarded, we were greeted with Austrian smiles and accents. I then noticed first class with its grassy green colored carpet, light baby powder blue walls, and purple chairs with an unbelievable amount of leg room. Then I noticed row 6 and seats 6H and 6G. Hmmm....After teaching Kindergarten, I know exactly what number comes after 6. 7! No....we must have the seats directly behind the curtained heaven I thought. Nope...we were upgraded to reclining chairs (I could actually lay down) with blankets and pillows and 5 course meals and wine and anything else my heart desired. I sat down but refused to buckle or put my things away in fear that at any moment the red clad flight attendants would escort me to my real seat. But no....so I buckled, settled in, and took off in complete amazement. Then I began to think after overhearing the two teenage girls in front of me. My first thought was spoiled rotten. They were barking orders to the attendants and wanting this and that and expecting it immediately. I, on the other hand, sat comfortably and wondered if these goodies had an extra price tag. The girls had clearly never flown coach. Heavens NO! Then I began to think some more. I did nothing different than the other 100 people in line or the 200 some odd people behind me. I did nothing to be sitting in my little "heaven." I know it is a stretch to compare my salvation with first class but go with it. I then realized how often I act like the girls in front of me. I ask God for things that I want and expect them immediately. I focus on my comfort, my needs, what I think is best, and my timing. Notice a pattern? ME! ME! ME! Why can't I stand before God like I sit in first class? Completely stunned by the things presented before me feeling grateful and unworthy.Ohh...and did I mention the personal chef?
2 comments:
Katy,you are amazing to me! I'm so proud to call you my niece!! God has so many wonderful things planned for you...I'm sure of it!!
what a neat way to have one's eyes opened, through what to many might seem so small and isignificant, as one watches others and their actions. its cool how God played his part in all of this.
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