Out of breath, I was about 4 running strides from the on ramp to the plane when I heard, “Boarding for Flight to Boise is now closed.” I walked those strides to the gate host and he said, “It actually closed a bit ago.” I missed my flight.
It was supposed to be a very quick trip (a little over 2 days), but this hiccup made it even quicker.
After sitting for a bit, praying about what to do, I decided to rebook for the next day.
The thoughts mulled: Why was there so much traffic? Why were 2 parking lots completely full? Why were all the buses from the opening parking lots passing me by because they were full? Oh the wonder … and should I even rebook or cancel the three meetings I had set up?
Then I got a call from the camp about the boys and concerns there. Then a text from Sherry who was quite sick. I went to camp, went to Sherry, and took care of her at home once we arrived. Was that the reason I missed my flight? I don’t know.
I’m so glad I went. Connecting with two fantastic campus advisors (and a potential third), two student leaders, and a physician who benefitted from some pastoral support was an affirmation that I was where I needed to be. And it wasn’t just Boise, but in this role.
Sometimes I wonder, “What is the impact? Is it even worth it to serve this population?” I’m reminded of just how unique these healthcare professionals are perceived and the challenges they have in a field that is more often than not opposed to faith in anything, let alone Jesus.
God is moving amongst campuses and people, but He’s needed in ways so unique that I could never have imagined. Being able to enter into those needs–even when they can’t be identified–is a privilege and honor.