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Sitting in the waiting area of the gate, I could hardly contain myself.Restless as a giddy little schoolgirl, I sat there beaming.Every once and a while I'd look over at the gate attendant, urging her subconsciously to start the boarding process.I'd venture to say that no one in that terminal was as excited as I was to get on that plane.Surely, the majority of people were just coming or going from some business trip or what not.I, however, was on my way to fulfill one of the biggest dreams of my life.I had great reason to be bouncily jubilant in my hard plastic chair, eyes darting around and grinning like I'd just been kissed.Sitting in my window seat, it got worse.I just stared out the window saying in my head to the pilot, "Go.Just move this thing and go."Finally, after what seemed like an eternity (granted, the Heathrow air strip is a terribly long taxi to begin with), we rolled off down the runway.It's a good thing I was wearing a seatbelt because the faster we went, the higher I sat trying to lift the plane myself.It took great muscle strength in my face not to smile broader than a smirk.I'm sure my eyes were popping out of my head as well.As we lifted off, I was a fraction away from busting out with laughter of joy, knowing that the next time we landed, it would be in Glasgow, Scotland.
I've always been a woman with a plan.I even had a plan of how I was going to fulfill this dream myself.But that posed a problem.I would be doing it myself.The Lord had a different plan and direction for my life.Most importantly, He needed me to learn to depend on Him implicitly.For me, that meant even putting my dreams, both big and small, into His hands.Although it is a very big deal to me, going to Scotland is actually one of the smaller dreams in comparison to the grand scale of things.But there is a monumental lesson to be learned here.Even the seemingly insignificant dreams are of great magnitude to the Lord.In other words, He loves me so much He's provided His own way to lift my heart through a silly youthful fantasy.It almost brings me to tears thinking on this.I'm sure when I land and get settled into my hotel, I won't be able to contain the tears.God is in the details - both great and small.No doubt about it anymore.It strengthens my faith significantly more than all the struggles I've been through, seeing the overwhelming manifestation of His grace.When I gave it all to Him - my life, my goals, my dreams, my love, my choices… He began giving it back tenfold - and then some. Words can't describe what this trip represents to me.I'm too young to begin the creation of my "Bucket List," but if I had such a list, going to Scotland is at the top.The thing I have to do before I die is to drive an Aston Martin DB9.However, I am in no way wanting to bite the hand that feeds.If this is all, it is enough.Anyway, I digress.The evidence of the Lord's hand in my life is undeniable.Even a silly thing like "trolling" around Scotland is important enough to Him - because it's important to me.He loves us so infinitely that even the small things count.If He cares so much about the small things, there is no doubt that He cares even greater for the bigger things in our lives.It's us who runs out of patience in waiting for them and relying on Him for their deliverance.It's not Him who runs out of mercy for and patience with us.My imagination is overwhelmed with the possibilities that have potential reality.Nonetheless, I will not seek for these things.I only have faith that He has all power to make them so.Instead, I seek to serve Him in my own capacity with no expectations.But I know... blessings are ALWAYS predicated upon obedience to certain laws and principles.They are inevitable.But again: they are not to be sought after.At this point in my life all I seek for is His joy, and my heart is already overflowing.I wonder if I even have the capacity to receive any more.
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Christen Your faith is so inspiring. I hope your vacation is as wonderful as you are.