Who Are These People?

I am sitting in a Starbucks looking around me and I know no one.  Who are these people?  What are their stories?  I see a family lounging in a group of cushy chairs on their IPhones. They use to be lost in their own books about a half an hour ago.  They are not the only family here.  Someone is studying right next to me.  A dignified older couple is silently reading at a side table beside two windows.  The baristas are younger guys probably high on caffeine and counting down the minutes before closing time.  Some are speaking in English, others in Spanish.  Some are laughing, others are tuning out the background noise.   What are all their stories?  Where did they come from?  Where will they be going? 

I feel lost in my own little world, hypnotized by the assortment of new age melodies overhead, but each time I look up I am hit hard with the reality that there is a whole other world full of people who were created by the God of the universe, just like me.  Oh how I wish I could get to know their stories.  I wish I could hug each one of them and tell them how much God loves them and values them or stand up and sing a song where God's Spirit would touch their souls.   However, I can't.  How awkward would that be?  So I continue to sit in one of the corners of the inner wall, in my own little world, knowing I will be leaving soon to go back to where I came from, never to see these people again.

The people that surround me day after day inspire me to write and sing songs that point to a loving God who cares about every detail of our lives.  I know God cares about each one of these people who have become apart of my life's story.   I am not allowed to sing here in Starbucks, but I pray the songs I do have a chance to sing and write will give wing to the Holy Spirit's power, bringing those who hear to a deeper place with God. 

Just some thoughts from this mom who sings... ; )