Hoping For the Right Connection

While traveling through the Chicago O’Hare airport, you get a sense of an uneasy tension that exists. While people are shuffling about at all kinds of paces, heading to some great destinations, the one thing that everyone here has in common is that they are all hoping for the right connection. The wrong connection or a missed connection means disaster for the traveler. Hope of a restful vacation or a big business deal is lost if the wrong connection is made. What was supposed to culminate in a memorable moment is now enveloped in disappointment and loss.

How much planning does someone put into a trip? From the reservations, the saving of the money needed, to all of the hours of thought. All in hoping that the expectations they carry for the trip will go off without a hitch. This all depends on connections.

What has gotten you to this place in your life? How many connections that you’ve made have been the difference in you getting what you want? Such as getting the job you have waited for, the house you hoped for or maybe even the woman or man of your dreams. How successful would you be with out good connections?

I have way more than exceeded my dreams in life, and it is not for lack of dreams. I have had and still do have many. Many of them in fact are huge dreams that will take much more than I to make come true. I have dreams. And with help, guidance, and the right connections, those dreams can become reality.

We are all on a trip. We are just passing through earth, looking for the right connections to be able to continue our journey. We all need someone to help connect us to the source that will guarantee our journey continues.

Everyday I connect with the only source that knows me better than I know myself. The only source that can guarantee I will reach my undeserved destination. It is the one who has made me, who loves me, who has patience beyond measure with an impatient soul. He is the one who created the stars and the heavens, the one who breathed life in to my two sons, and who gives me a reason in the midst of airport confusion…to smile. It is God, The Lover of My Soul.