A snapshot from my time at the LCMS National Youth Gathering. See the first post here.
On my way to New Orleans, I flew alone. I am no stranger to being a party of one, but I have rarely felt as lonely as I did on that airplane. I was frantically searching for someone else headed in my direction. Every time I passed someone about my age, I looked at them with expectant eyes as if to say, "Are you my savior? Will you share a taxi with me? Will you help me figure out where to go?" Ultimately, I got on a shuttle for $20 and made it to the hotel fine and by myself. It was as if God was saying, "No, I AM your Savior."
The Seat Belt