I Love the Word Impossible. Ann Kiemel

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СКАЧАТЬ strong hope.

      sometimes even years.

      love makes God alive in far more than human souls.

      like sun and clear sky and drooping branches

      and dark birds and color and design and music…

      and the sound of water on a shore.

      IMPOSSIBLE means that i

      an ordinary young woman,

      can be something special and significant

      in an enormous, hurting world.

      i can be love where i live,

      and that is Christ…

      and He really does make ALL

      the difference!

one:

       sunday night

      it’s sunday night.

      i flew in this afternoon, as i do most sundays, from speaking somewhere in the country. a garment bag over one arm and books under the other… and the feeling that at any moment something was going to drop or i would get tangled in my coat and sprawl.

      i am always one of the first off the plane.

      i walk very fast.

      my car is usually parked in the airport garage

      across from the terminal.

      when i unlock the door to my little apartment,

      there is no one to greet me…

      no strong man to wrap me in his arms, to

      laugh with me in love and belonging, shedding

      my sophistication.

      no one to hear whether i felt encouraged or

      disappointed about people’s receptiveness to

      me and my dreams.

      no child to scoop up and squeeze and call

      my own.

      it’s amusing. a lot of people think my world is

      glamorous. airplanes and hotels and faraway

      cities.

      there are many special things i love and cherish…

      and there are long layovers in

      enormous airports

      and cold hotel rooms on winter nights

      and crowds to stumble through,

      down endlessly long corridors,

      as i try to get to a gate to catch a plane,

      dash and still miss it.

      and people who scrutinize me with a frown when

      i bound in the door of the auditorium,

      and days when i am feeling so tired and so

      unattractive

      and i still have to smile and cover my

      insecurities and weariness in front of several

      hundred… instead of going home

      and hiding.

      it had been a successful convention, and i was

      seated on a TWA jet in st. louis, returning home.

      yummmmmmmm.

      just as we started to pull away from the gate,

      engines stopped, and a stewardess said,

      “evacuate immediately. this is an emergency.

      leave everything in your seats.”

      and we did…

      for five hours. we were kept in an area of the airport

      while they thoroughly investigated a bomb

      threat.

      i felt drained and exhausted from a lot of speaking,

      and devastated that i couldn’t be on my way home.

      when we finally reboarded, i turned to the man

      next to me.

      “how are you feeling?”

      “lousy… yep, really lousy.”

      “me, too. you know, i could smack whoever

      gave that bomb threat. sir, i’m a Christian.

      Jesus is Lord of my life, but i’m not a ‘miss pollyanna’

      in an experience like this. sir,

      you know what i really love about Jesus?

      i think He knows just how we feel.”

      the man threw his head back and roared with

      laughter.

      “you’re the first Christian i ever met who

      makes it sound real and exciting…”

      another day i arrived in a sunny, warm southern

      city to speak. i wondered, as i deboarded, who

      would be there to meet me. usually, i never know

      the people, and they identify me. that day, no one

      did.

      it was exactly thirty minutes before i was to be at a

      certain hotel to address a banquet. the flight was

      long, and i needed to change and freshen up. i

      wandered around the terminal area awhile, hoping

      someone would claim me. i saw an older couple

      stare a lot in my direction. they seemed like

      possible candidates… СКАЧАТЬ