This time, I'm really in the middle of a trip.
Well, I don't feel like complaining after all. I think Lord has arranged this challenge for me, and his intentions must be good. I have not been myself lately, and the distance between me and Him only becomes more and more everyday. Now he puts me on this small ordeal, I suddenly realize what I've been doing is just without justification. I deserved it, and if this is the way I can make up to him, I'd be glad to endure any hardship.
No one has predicted this trouble, and I doubt any human can explain why this is happening. Sudden snow storms at the airport, endless line up at the information desk, overbooked buses, and sleepless night of awaiting. Only He knows. He knows that I've become a sloth, and he doesn't want such a servant of his. So he reshapes me, even if it means punishment. Through pain he makes me see, and by harsh circumstances he lets me understand. He tells me it is not too late to repent: there is still time, but not enough to waste any longer.
So I'll go on with this trip, and take whatever that comes next. The night will be long, but it won't be too lonely, because I have him at heart, and when I close my eyes, your smile keeps me accompanied. Even there is a thousand miles apart, I am always with you, and you with me.