Layover in Istanbul. Somewhere between exhaustion and altitude, flying through the clouds cracked something open. There’s a strange humility up there — how small everything gets, including whatever I thought I was in control of.
I’m reminded that faith isn’t about striving or explaining. It’s about paying attention. Keeping the heart and tongue in check. Trusting that whatever we’re walking through isn’t finished yet — and won’t be — until something true comes of it. Travel does that to me. It loosens the grip. Makes space to hear what I usually drown out.
God is.
“Therefore be patient, brethren, until the coming of the Lord. See how the farmer waits for the precious fruit of the earth, waiting patiently for it until it receives the early and latter rain. You also be patient. Establish your hearts, for the coming of the Lord is at hand.” (James 5:7-8)