Airport

I recently volunteered to pick up a friend from the airport.She went on an exciting and memorable trip from the south.Her flight was delayed for several hours.

While waiting, I recalled the times when my parents would fetch me from the airport every time I traveled.They would insist on doing this. I could never talk them out of it. For them, it was not a question whether it was an international or local trip, whether it would just be a trip for a day or for several weeks, but it was a matter of being away from home.

So upon every arrival, I would always be quick to get out of the airport knowing that my parents would be there patiently waiting for me.Each time, I would always look for them and they would always welcome me back with happy faces and open arms as if I went away for such a long time.

Never then did I think that I would miss all these.After they passed away, it took me quite a while to get used to the thought that they won’t be there to pick me up anymore.After they passed away, I appreciated what they did for me and understood them more.

These experiences made me reflect not only of my parents love for me, but also of the love of our Creator.We are here on earth on a journey.Some of us may take only a short while to complete our mission and some may take a longer time. But regardless of the period of our travel, we can be assured that there is someone who loves us. Someone cares as to what we are going through in our journey.Someone hopes that we will be reunited with Him and that someone is our Lord.

If we then accomplished our mission as He has planned.I know that after our journey here on earth, it would be like the times when my parents would be there at the airport. He too, would be there patiently waiting for us to finally bring us home.


by lulu topacio