On Delays.....

Hello from Denver, Colorado! Chris has to be here for business for a week, so Malia and I are tagging along. We'll vacation while he works. Sounds like a good deal, huh? I always feel guilty leaving my school kids behind, but it's nice to get away every once in a while, too. I'm currently sitting in the presidential suite of our hotel, and this place is amazing. 1700 square feet with 2 bathrooms, an office, a kitchen, a meeting area, a dining room and a master bedroom with a HUGE walk-in closet. We are actually staying in the adjoining room, and Chris's boss is staying in the presidential suite. But he's not here yet, so we're taking advantage of all the space! Thanks, Michael! = )

We flew out here yesterday, and Malia was so excited to fly.

 She's been to California, Texas, and New York on planes before, but she was too little to remember them.  She became a little disenchanted, however, when we had to sit on the plane for several hours due to mechanical problems. There were 4 technicians in the cockpit trying to fix the faulty equipment, but eventually we were told we would have to deplane and board another. Our flight finally left 5 hours late to a round of applause from the passengers. Most of our fellow travelers were accommodating, but several were very outspoken in their displeasure with the airline. One lady in particular was quite irate and let everyone within hearing distance know exactly how unfairly she was being treated. Maybe this lady had a valid reason for needing to be in Denver at an exact time. But I couldn't help thinking to myself that everyone waiting there was well-clothed and had enough to eat. My thoughts went again to the people who live in Korah, the dump on the outskirts of Addis Ababa, Ethiopia. How fair is it that we have more than enough to eat and they have to dig through mountains of putrid, rotting and foul-smelling garbage to find something to eat? How fair is it that we all have closets full of clothing and most of the Korah people are dressed in filthy, smelly rags? Why is it that we as Americans think we are entitled to having everything just the way we want it, exactly when we want it? And when things don't go exactly as we think they should, we complain about how unfair things are? I was properly admonished myself, and reminded again that everything is God's. He is in control, and His will and timing are perfect. Not ours. We are so blind, and have no idea what we need or when we need it. We just need to surrender ourselves to Him. Give him this little span of time that is our lifetime, merely a vapor, and He will reward us with life eternal. That lasts forever. Give him all that we have, which is nothing, in exchange for everything. How fair is that?