Learning

The
distance I have to travel from one airport gate to another
to make a flight is an indication to me that God is alive
and watching everything that I do. You know in the Bible, it
says that His eye is even upon the sparrow. Well, I am
certain that means His eye is upon me as well.



Whenever I need to lose weight and exercise more, the gates
I arrive at and depart from are placed as far as you can go
without actually leaving the airport. I suppose if I really
needed big time help, I’d probably have to get outside the
airport and walk a couple of miles down the road to catch my
next flight. For example, Houston has a new terminal.



When I arrive the other day, I just truck on down to where
my airline has always been, totally unaware that they have
run their flights from the new terminal as well. You’d think
someone would tell you this in advance, but no, that’s God’s
little ha-ha and shame on me for not asking before I was
dropped off. So, here I am with my luggage without wheels, I
don’t think I need them because I’m tough and in shape,
right? Wrong.



Terminal C is very far from terminal E. My old body is
dragging by the time I get to the gate and flop down in my
seat. But I think to myself, well I’ll be alright once I
check into the hotel. Not going to happen. God still has his
eye on me. He hasn’t forgotten.



When I arrive at the hotel, the only, and I mean the only
place to park is right by the front door. This should have
been my first clue that something was going to be amiss once
I checked into my room. It was.



This hotel is built like a bowling alley. Long and narrow.
Very long and narrow. Extremely long and narrow. Did I
mention that it’s very long and narrow? Now picture this…I’m
at the front desk with my non-wheeling luggage and what room
do I get? If you said close to the front desk, you’d be as
wrong as you could be. My room is the last one on the first
floor at the end of the hallway as far as you can go without
leaving the building. I’m noticing a trend here. I insert
the electronic key into the door, what happens? You know
what happens, it doesn’t work. So, now I have to march back
to the front desk (I did leave my luggage in the hallway)
and get a key that worked, then back to the room. This time
I manage to get inside, and then think to myself, let’s look
outside and see if there are any parking places closer to
the rear entrance and then in the morning I won’t have to
lug all of this stuff back to the front of the hotel. Down
that long and narrow hallway, far, far away.



Am I in luck or what? There’s one space left. I put my shoes
back on, hurry to the front lobby, get to the car, drive to
the back and arrive just in time to see some elderly couple
trying to get their luggage out of their trunk and up the
walkway. Dejected I drive back to the front lot only to find
my space gone and another one open about 200 yards further
away. I manage to make it back inside my room and start to
lie down, when I notice some things that I hadn’t noticed
before. First off, I can’t find the light switch to the
bathroom. Then once I locate it, I find that it’s not on the
wall where it usually is located, but down about a foot.
Then I notice I don’t have a tub, just a tiled floor, with a
shower curtain.



I’ve been put in a room designed for a handicapped person.



Now, I could go back up that long hallway and ask for a
regular room, but to tell the truth I’m just too tired to do
so. I decide to just deal with it.



The closets are different since they are designed for
someone in a wheel chair. It seems as though the bed and
countertops are lower to the ground than normal and then
there’s that shower thing. No tub, just a tiled floor with a
drain. With the bed being lower to the ground, it makes it
harder to put your socks on in the morning.



But, you know there’s a lesson for me in this. First off, I
need to exercise more and eat less. Second, I’m not
handicapped, or in a wheel chair as many folks are. Bless
their hearts. My life is a piece of cake. It should be my
life is a salad. I need to take this experience as a sign to
straighten up and fry less.



I should be thankful for what I’ve got and not what I think
I need. Perhaps it’s God’s way of showing me what some
others go though just to get a good nights sleep in a hotel
somewhere. It’s also to show me that I need to take better
care of myself.



Don’t give up on me Lord, I’m still learning.