I'm not a big fan of Cheerios. My kids like those honey nut things but I'm just not particularly fond of the little round bits. Recently I was headed out at 3am for a full day of flying, 16.5 hours to be exact (IAH-TPA-EWR-IAH). I'm not usually up at 3am therefore I wasn't hungry at the time. I knew it was going to be a long day and my favorite airport restaurant would not be open before my check-in so I scoured the kitchen for a small snack to grab on my way out. Nothing we had seemed appetizing (because it was 3am) and I was running out of time. I thought of those darn Cheerios and how easy they would be to throw in a zippy and snack on the plane until I could find, or be in the mood for, real food.
During my first flight I wasn't hungry but knew I needed to get the metabolism rolling so I reached for the tasty, tan colored O's. I had a few crunches and remembered that I'm not particularly fond of the little round bits and stored them away in my bag. I reached my first and very familiar destination (TPA). I knew Quizno's would be serving up my brunch in the form of a Mesquite Chicken, Bacon, Ranch minus the Ranch add the Honey Mustard Sandwich! YUM! Excuse me, sorry, no this is not a food blog. Those Cheerios were long out of sight and out of mind.
On to the next stop (EWR), another favorite because there's a Dunkin' Donuts! I knew they could serve up my favorite, afternoon feeling in a slump, drink. My crew wanted to sit and eat together because we had 3 hours to kill but my cell battery had that little red line so I knew I needed to find an outlet and I needed to find one fast. I grabbed my iced caramel delight and ditched my crew. I wandered around 4 gates and all of the little Samsung power-terminal thingys were full. I decided to find a vacant corner and wait for the first person to unplug and sprint my way over to take a turn on the power love terminal! As I gracefully made my way to the corner with my luggage, phone, charger, purse, and caramel goodness all in hand I noticed a round plastic disc in the floor containing two empty outlets. SCORE!!
As I'm sitting and enjoying the peace, quiet, caramel heaven and a double electrical outlet all to myself, I notice a bird. Yep, a bird! He didn't seem like a special bird, he wasn't even a beautiful bird. He was just hopping back and forth two feet in front of me right there in terminal C. I chuckled and watched with delight and wondered why, where, how, etc. As I watched I noticed he was picking up little bits of junk off the floor. Nothing was to his liking. He'd pick up a speck and spit it right back out. He worked quickly and appeared to be in a rush. I just sat there and thought to myself, poor bird. Then out of nowhere the Cheerios came to mind. Hmmm, wonder if he'd eat one? (Please note, he could've also been a she and if you're actually into caring about that stuff this may not be the kind of blog you want to read).
I reach in my bag and grab a lone Cheerio and I throw it at the bird's head. I came pretty close, my kids would've been impressed. Poor bird almost broke his neck trying to see what it was. Once he saw it hit the floor he was on it like you'd think a bird would be on a Cheerio. I sat for 30 minutes watching him play with and eat the little "O". He'd get it stuck on his beak and shake it off. He'd peck it like a woodpecker. He had a grand time with my discarded snack. After he had finished I thought surely that was not enough, he must have another. So I tossed one his way. He went for it and gave a couple of pecks then slowly took two steps away. I watched him closely. I witnessed his breathing slow and his eyes gently close. Oh God, please help, I've killed the bird. But as I continued to admire him I realized he wasn't dead. He was sleeping, right there in terminal C, next to me and his new Cheerio. He was satisfied, peaceful, and resting.
Wow, isn't it just like God to provide satisfaction, peace, and rest! Matthew 6:26, "Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?" I don't believe in circumstance or chance. I believe in purpose and destiny. I believe I grabbed those Cheerios that morning for a reason, they were not for me, they were for that bird. So many times I go to church or directly to the Father and pray, why me, for me, bless me, me, me, me and I forget he's already got that covered. He's got things prepared for me that will blow my mind. He's done it all my life so why should the now be any different? He's got someone out there ready to throw me a Cheerio when I think I just can't go another step. If he can feed a poor, little, ugly bird at an airport in New Jersey, He will most definitely take care of me.