It Doesn’t Make Sense

I recently returned from a trip to Florida where I was able to spend a couple of weeks just relaxing. Can you imagine a vacation trip where you return home more rested than when you left? Unheard of, right? Usually we need a vacation after our vacation. I did have a few interesting things happen to me on vacation, though, which I’d like to share.

First, because of the cold streak across our nation, my flight from Oakland into Austin went fine, but my flight out of there into Nashville was cancelled. No problem, I was just booked on the next flight...but that was then cancelled. I was told that there was one seat left on a flight to Tampa the next morning. Tampa? I’m flying to Orlando. The gentleman working the desk repeated himself... “There is ONE SEAT left on the flight to Tampa.” I quickly said, “I’ll take it,” and called my friend, Deb, about the extra hour drive she would be making to pick me up...but I would be in Florida tomorrow. Best friends will go to any length! I tended to my “wounds” with a dish of Amy’s ice cream, which is delicious, and settled in for the night. I actually found comfortable seating at the far end of the airport to sleep across. I was the only one there, and I slept well until about 1:30 a.m., when I was told I would need to move out into the unsecured area of the airport for fire safety reasons. In my stupor, I said three times, “It just doesn’t make sense.” The young security guard was sorry, but there was nothing he could do. I needed to move. And when the airport opened up again at 4:30 a.m, I could then proceed through security again and go back to my comfy sleeping area. Needless to say, I was not happy. But I complied.

My time in Florida then went along quite nicely until I got word from my husband, Jim, that I needed to contact our credit card company for a charge that seemed unlike us. I quickly let him know that I hadn’t used that card, and it must be something he had charged. It wasn’t. I was soon to find out that every card I had with me in Florida, was being used in California. As I held the cards in my hand, someone was swiping fake ones through machines in Target, Nations, Chevron, etc... We quickly put a stop to all their shopping fun, and even though it just didn’t make sense, it was happening.

In the movie, “I’m Still Alice,” which I saw while in Florida, a woman who was once brilliant in her field was not able to remember her birth date. Alzheimer’s will do that. Because she got it so young, it was said in the movie, “It just doesn’t make sense.” How do we trust our Father in Heaven when situations we must face here on earth just don’t make sense? There is only one way, and that answer is found in Isaiah 26:3, “You will keep in perfect peace all who trust in you, whose thoughts are fixed on you!” (NLT)

When Searching And Noticing the Divine, God doesn’t always make sense to us either. But that doesn’t make God any less God. I recently heard in a sermon, “Don’t let your experience determine what you believe.” When we don’t have an answer for the craziness surrounding us, we can know the One who does. We can fix our eyes not on what is seen, which is temporary, but on what is unseen, which is eternal. (2 Cor. 4:18) We can still have a peaceful vacation, day at work, life, etc...even if at times, it just doesn’t make sense.