As the Father hath loved me, so have I loved you: continue ye in my love.” John 15:9
Airports are full of people who love each other.
There are the young couples on their honeymoon, who can’t stop talking and expressing their love for each other. There are the young couples chasing toddlers or feeding babies, who share their responsibilities with affectionate smiles or shared looks of exasperation. There are the more mature couples, who sit almost wordlessly, but don’t really need to talk because they understand each other so well after so many years. And there are a few elderly couples, who care for each other in the sweetest ways, wearing a regal radiance along with their wrinkles.
But I am at the airport alone. No, not completely alone; my teenage daughter is with me. But inside me my heart feels desperately alone. It was him who taught me to be brave when flying. He helped me navigate the maze of airports. He helped me collect my wits and my belongings at the end of the security line. He said funny things while we waited at gates. He smiled at me when the power of the lifting aircraft pushed us back into our seats. His shoulder supported my travel-weary head. He lifted our travel bags off the belt. He remembered where the vehicle was parked or waiting. He drove us home.
“Oh, God, how can I do this airport / flying / getting home thing WITHOUT HIM???”
Days later I pull the car into our garage. I open the trunk and Holly and I lift out the suitcases. We are home. We did it! We had help from special friends along the way. But there was some One else in the airports. He was nearby at the security lines, at our country’s border, and in our car.
And HE loves me!