Left my heart in London

This was to be my original post I wrote while on the Tube from Heathrow. Due to shoddy wifi, i was not able to put this up until now in Istanbul. Second paragraph is today's real post.

The Lord is amazing. He cuts the time you have with your family and friends short by an evening by sending the biggest snow storm ever. You get out on the last flight to Chicago, but you’ve already missed your connection to London… this doesn’t faze Him in the least however. After a long night somewhat refreshing spent in the airport in a marginally cozy corner you’ve found that blocks most of the incessant travel advisory announcements, He holds off what is to be the biggest blizzard of the year in Chicago so that you can get out on the only morning flight. Not only that, He sees fit to put you in the last open seat in business where you enjoy quite possibly the best flight of your life, and you’ve been flying for most of it! You meet wonderful people, are kept safe through your entire journey, but can’t help but think of home and those who would make this experience that much better.  Just when you think that He cannot bless you anymore than he already has… He keeps your bags in Chicago when you’ve gone on to London! Then he keeps you at the counter as you discover they can easily get them to you tomorrow on the first flight out and will deliver them to your hostel free of charge. Not only that, but you arrive at the Tube entrance only to find that as you’re paying for your ticket the last train of the night is just pulling up. You thank Him that there is no queue and hurry to get just in time through the doors. Then it’s off to my hostel.

Life tends to happen when you're living it. It comes way too fast sometimes. As I discussed with Shadrach, one of the best single serving people I have ever met, life is a series of dreams. After an amazing discussion about life, love, family, death and the many joys of being insignificant in a universe vastly beyond our wild imaginations, he woke up this morning and I literally was not there. Leaving this morning at 7am to catch the Tube to the airport, I was gone before he woke up. Strangely it didn't keep us from making that moment the most meaningful moment of our live for it might have been our last. Living in the moment, consequences and time forgotten has its ups and downs, planning and weighing our options both limits our freedom to pursue what David has deemed vanity. Strangely enough he both condemns mirth and somber approaches to life. how true is it however that "sorrow is better than laughter, for by sadness of the face the heart is made glad." A harvest is due, though drought must sometimes be endured. London has the ability to show the follies of youth, how many generations have sought vanity in its wise streets and have come to ruin, to themselves, to others, to the city itself. A city so old could teach the world about maturity... how much more can i expect to be floored by my upcoming Bosporus mentor. Leaving behind friends never to see again, sleep never achieved, internet untapped, relationships never started, I brush the dust of London off my coat and head towards the Dardanelles. Ignoring her attempts to beckon me back, I turn my cheek to laughter, and embrace the sorrow that will make my heart glad someday. Turkey... I am here.