Traveling, yesterday, and not enjoying the event, I did what I normally do. I focused on others. Expressions. Reactions. Takes on reality, or dreaming about fantasy.
I felt myself drawn into their world.
Can I listen in, or simply add my own expression to a life I’m not living.
Must I guess, or wonder about the story. Event. Thinking process.
While thinking this through, and knowing what the week has in store, I started wondering what my expression to the world says about me and my life.
I know what Sunday will be like, and I’m looking forward to it. Old connections renewed. New shoulders to pat, hands to shake, stories to hear, and a fresh outlook to life.
I’m thinking I understand every day of the week, but if I make a fresh go on Sunday then every other day will fall into place.
Paul said, and this has been working on me for a few days:
“Let each of you look out not only for his own interests,
but also for the interests of others.”
(Philippians 2:4, NKJV)
We cannot, nor should we ever, let all of life be focused selfishly on the Holy Trinity of “me, myself, and I.) Was not creation planned for us to enjoy? How can I be my best if I don’t think first of others.
Boarding one flight, a younger person than I wiping tears from eyes still leaking from an obvious sadness. A Goodbye? Perhaps Who knows. I can’t go back and make their world better, but I can pray.
Stopping at a fast food for a quick evening snack, I have a beautiful cnversation with a young lady with a different background than mine. We may never connect in any other time or space, so I use the moment to express myself…”My brother pastors just down the road. If you have no place to go on Sunday, perhaps you would love to come?”
Suddenly, I’m renewed. I’m in my world of other focused. I can’t think of a better way to be.