I’m at the apartment, exhausted and elated. Overtired and overwhelmed, but a good everwhelmed. I figured I would sit down and journal today. Phew! I’m forever grateful for God’s faithfulness to our family during this journey, and I’m just as grateful for every person who prayed, kept Paula in their thoughts, or even just simply muttered the words, “God please be with Paula.” A few posts back I wrote something about being ridiculous and obnoxious and asking God to miraculously heal her. I thank you for not thinking I’m a complete idiot, and thank you a bit more if you prayed for the same thing too. He, however, was faithful in a different way than my original, wacky, ridiculous prayer. I’m just as grateful though. It’s 11:00 right now and I’ve been up for almost 20 hours, which means a nap right about now would be A-MAH-ZINGG! But I had to write about today. I will write more about the surgery tomorrow.
I was on a early morning flight and realized at the check-in booth that I had been assigned to the last row, so I asked to switch seats so I could get out fast as I could and get on a cab as soon as I could. I was assigned to seat 8A. Divine appointment if you ask me. I was one the first ones to board the plane I noticed that the lady that was on the seat next to mine was visibly sad, teary eyed and was tightly holding on to a napkin. As my outgoing nature would have it, I stroke a conversation, and she was soon telling me that this was not a happy trip for her at all, she had just lost a brother. I asked a few questions, but found myself unable to say something eloquent or comforting enough. We exchanged a few more sentences after that, and after take off she just kinda turned around and dozed off. I was not at all content with this. I needed to give her comfort, to lead her to the Source of all comfort. I started looking for scripture and bam! got this:
1 I cried out to God for help;
I cried out to God to hear me.
2 When I was in distress, I sought the Lord;
at night I stretched out untiring hands,
and I would not be comforted.
3 I remembered you, God, and I groaned;
I meditated, and my spirit grew faint.[b]
4 You kept my eyes from closing;
I was too troubled to speak. Psalm 77
I love the honesty in this verses above. It’s the expression of a heart that seems to unable to make sense of the situation. This is where she was at. Attempting to make sense of something that makes no sense at all. Death to us on this side of heaven never makes sense. I also found this, another bam!
3 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ,
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,
4 who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort
those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.
Father of ALL comfort. Perfect. This was the Gospel happening on a plane. Jesus stepping down and saying I am the Source of ALL comfort. Ah I love him! This was all happening as a bright yellow and orange sunrise was right outside or window. We exchanged a few words, I shared with her these verses and the tears just rolled down her face. She continued to share more of her story with me, and we continued to talk until we landed, and she said “thank you, I needed that.” I gave her a hug and we went our separate ways. After all, I still needed to get out of that plane fast and come see my Paula. He never ceases to amaze, when I think I need all the comfort, someone else does just as much I do. Strangely beautiful.