I’m sitting at DFW International Airport, more than a little frustrated.  I’m supposed to be eating at a Japanese steak house with my son Caleb right now to celebrate his 16th birthday, instead I am eating cold fries and not so hot wings at an Irish Pub as I wait the next flight home.  Due to delays, I missed my scheduled flight.

However, I’m also listening and learning, asking God what he might have for me here.  Not so much because that is my natural reaction to these type of situations, but rather because of my flight last night. 

You see yesterday, as I was traveling to the Tampa Bay area for an interview on the Christian Television Network, an interview that went very well by the way, I met a man on my final leg of my journey.  I sat down between him and his six year old son, Davis.  His wife and three other children were in the row next to us.  He began to explain to me how thrilled he was to have obtained a seat on this particular flight, for just a few hours earlier his family also had missed a flight.  Without knowing who I was, or what my faith background was, he openly shared with me his confidence in a God that was orchestrating his day, so much so that he was sure that he had heard God tell him that there was a plan for him with this missed flight.

WOW!  What a witness and a gift that man was to me.   It’s relatively easy for me to see God in the big things that I do; but in the minutia, the day to day, interrupting phone calls and missed flights, I’m usually too busy trying to figure out how to just survive rather than listen to the Father.  But tonight I am learning.

And isn’t that after all what this walk with our King is all about, growing and learning the mysteries of the kingdom.

OK, honestly, I’m still a little irritated.  Sorry I missed your birthday Caleb.  I love the young man that you are becoming.  Here’s wishing you learn these lessons of life a bit sooner than I have.

To the King,

David