If God Knows Everything…

I travel several times a month with my job. It is something I love to do and have always wanted to do. I stay within the US, but still love traveling.

How many of us have been driving or riding down the road and about the only thing you can hear is the soft hum of the tires on the road? All you see out the window are countless fields or old farmhouses or different communities that dot our country’s landscape. Well, this past weekend, I was away in West Virginia and Ohio. I drove alongside the Ohio River. I enjoy learning about different people and their way of living. I enjoy driving through the rain of an old downtown. But there is a hard part about getting to see new places. People all over are suffering.

Many people come to this country looking for a better life. They might be trying to get here to escape some harsh reality. What about the folks that are already here? What about their American dream? Now, here’s the kick in the pants for myself. I have got to stop passing judgement on people. It is a fault of mine. And this fault hit me square in the face Saturday morning.

I got on the plane headed to Cincinnati and as I got closer to my seat on the place, I realized I was going to be sitting next to an older woman, who seemed to be figgiting with a couple of different bags. She looked very tired and had a tissue in her hand. I thought to myself “she better not get me sick!” I was so ridiculously far from the truth. And the way I found out was so silly.

The flight attendant came by with drinks and snacks. The lady and I both got something to drink and eat. At the time, I was working on a medium-level Sudoku puzzle and for the life of me, I couldn’t focus. Why? Because for five minutes, the woman was struggling with the crackers’ wrapper. So, I smiled and said,”those can be tough, may I help you?” She bashfully smiled and said,”Yes, my mind is causing me to struggle today.” At first, I assumed she was talking about some headcold or her age was starting to catch up with her. Again, soooooooooooooooo very wrong. This woman with a thick German-accent, but good English, sitting next to me for an hour and 45 minutes shared with me that she had just lost her 60-year old son in car accident in Dallas. Her son wasn’t driving, but the driver had been drinking. A police officer tried to pull them over, but the driver took off; and ran a red-light. So, Saturday morning, I was the biggest jerk. I got over myself in a hurry and sat there and listened to her tell me about how she and her husband had moved here in 1952. Helmut, her son that was killed, was also born in Germany. If God knows everything, He has known this woman her whole life and I can’t take a little time to be that ear to hear for just a short period of time?

Here’s what has caused me to think of that little woman from South Bend, IN all weekend. As I was getting up from my seat to head for the door once we got to the gate, I turned and told her that I would be praying for and for the rest of the family. She looked me in the eyes and smiled and said,”Thank you for your prayers, but thank you for listening.”

I could never be God. After meeting so many people, I know that God has gotten life right. I’m not sure why things got so bad before the flood, but this time around, there is a lot to smile about. I was thinking about something tonight in the car. If God can get angry with His creation, us humans, and He gets sad (we know He weeps); does anyone ever ask God how He’s doing? Or is that personifying God too much? Just another random thought from my overly-simplified mind.

 The other amazing part about traveling is coming home. There is a serious comfort level when we are home. Sunday morning, I walked in the door and the very first thing I hear was all about heart. Logan is talking to Liz and says,”Mommy, I love you very, very, very much.” Despite so much pain and suffering and not feeling well, my kids know that their mother adores them and would do anything and everything for them. If God knows everything, He knows exactly how to fill this home with His love.

It is super easy to get overwhelmed with neurologists’ appointments and MRIs and prescription refills and weather sirens going off and wanting to get frustrated with the process of selling a home, but there are plenty of ways that my life could be worse. My life isn’t easy, but it is still MY life. It is a life that God has given to me, no strings attached. I can choose to live my life the way I want to. Here’s the kicker…there are five little people asleep upstairs right now that really do need me to live a life that will help them become who they have been made to become.

And one last point. Whether you live in a riverside town on the Ohio  river or in a rural town in Germany or in a large metropolitan area life Dallas, God knows everything. And He’s not hard-of-hearing. (It’s amazing what you can learn about life on a 28-hour trip.)


3 Responses to “If God Knows Everything…”

  1. I’m glad you were there for that lady and could be a listening ear. It’s funny how God puts situations like that in your path every day, we just have to realize and keep our eyes and ears open so we can be what God wants us to be for that moment.

    Glad you are home sweetie. I’ve been wanting to hide in that closet for a long time. Haha! Glad you were here to protect us from the tornado.

  2. NanPops Says:

    “All you have made will praise you, O Lord; your saints will extol you. They will tell of the glory of your kingdom and speak of your might so that all men may know of your mighty acts and the glorious splendor of your kingdom. Your kingdom is an everlasting kingdom and your dominion endures through all generations. The Lord is faithful to all his promises and loving toward all he has made. The Lord upholds all who fall and lifts up all who are bowed down.” Psalm 145:10-14 NIV

    You seven just keep on illustrating God’s Word and promises. Keep on…

  3. love you hun!!!!

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