Plastic bags, Facebook, and loneliness.

I looked up and saw the blinking lights of an airplane as I was walking back to the apartment tonight. For that slice of a second, I thought I could have been home again. A blinking airplane is one of those things I can find wherever I might find myself; it's one of those things that can bring me back to a familiar place when I don't know where, or who, I am anymore. To me, it's as real and prevalent as plastic bags, Facebook, and loneliness. But I'm reminded of how, as much as we prefer changelessness over most things and while plastic bags and Facebook might be prevalent now, they're becoming things of the past in a world that doesn't stay familiar to anyone for very long. I'm reminded that in the midst of shifting sands and moving shadows, what is most real and most prevalent isn't a blinking airplane, but the One who saved us from ourselves to Himself.