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An Airport of Two


I am sitting in an airport, waiting for my flight back home, and they are sitting across from me.I think they've been together for a lifetime. She's reading a Readers Digest, and he's rubbing her back. And they're together. Are they leaving for a vacation? Off to see family? Or coming home from a visit with friends? Wherever their destination may be, I'm getting the impression that they've already arrived, because they are with each other, and I think this was the plan all along. They're comfortable sitting in those dismal airport seats because their significant other occupies the space beside them. They don't seem to notice all of the busy around them; they don't seem to need anyone else in the room. He's not handsome, and she's not really attractive. His stomach protrudes beneath a shirt that begs its buttons to stay together, and her clothes are loose and frumpy. But I don't think they would sit anywhere else in this big, empty space, because this is where they fit. There are so many people in this building trying to fit into a space they see as a destination to be desired. Maybe they're just looking to land in the wrong places. These two have found a place that I desire, and for just a moment, I got to peek inside it. It was one of my favorite places on my own trip; a place I'd like to visit again.

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About Me

I am a learner.  I have an insatiable desire to learn, so I read a ridiculous amount of books.  And, because I love to read, I process my thoughts through journal-writing. 

I guess this would also make me a writer.  

I think that a writer puts their time into something they want to read again, and hopefully invite someone else to read as well.  The words mean something to them, and they want those words to mean something to others, too.

I believe that readers and writers are also pretty good story-tellers, and there is nothing I love more than a good story.

Stories tell us the things we need to know, and not just the facts we seem to think define us.  I am more interested in someone who drives a 95 Astro van than someone who drives a new car with a personalized license plate, because I know there's a story behind it (and I love that I am married to the one who drives the van).

So I wrote a book called Tell Me a Story.  In it, you will find stories of people that most don't sit and listen to; maybe because they've never traveled out of the country in order to hear them.  Or maybe they've never really thought about the importance of just listening. 

I didn't listen because I thought I was special; I listened because I believed they were. 

I've taught high school Bible for more than 20 years, written curriculum for all of my classes, led mission trips around the world, taken lots of pictures, made lots of journal entries, and prayed every single day for the people whose faces appear in my heart.  Each blog post will take you to a story; some will be from my memory, some from my journal posts, some from people I'm around every day, and others will be from the best Story-teller I know, Who wrote a book long before I did.   His story keeps writing new stories in mine.  I hope someday to get mine published so that others will be encouraged to read more of His.

 

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