As I found myself traveling a couple Sunday's ago. Here I was in a sea of people, and my day was not going well. I had a connecting flight in Denver, and the airlines were not friends, making me get my checked baggage from baggage claim, then go all the way to the beginning of the flying process.....
check in, check bags again, go through security ....again, and walk back to the gate area.
I was slightly annoyed. And, not in a holy way. It was still Sunday, I was trying to keep it holy.
So, I sat down. Got my ipod out, and started listening to the 2011 primary program songs. Then, I thought to myself, Heavenly Father loves all these people. I played a little game, I looked at all the people passing, and said to myself "Heavenly Father loves them." At first, I thought I was being a little funny...but the more I thought those thoughts, the more I realized the truth of it. A love of these strangers poured into my heart. My usual snap judgments came crashing down, as the pure love of Christ flowed in.
What might happen if every day I thought "Heavenly Father loves them?"
I think I would forgive quicker, give a little more latitude, have a larger desire to serve, and
hopefully, I would see them as God sees them.
Even though I have always tried to steer clear of Sunday travel, I am grateful for that Sunday. The Sunday that taught me a lesson I already thought I had learned.
Heavenly Father loves all of us.