I love New York City. My son and I are here for his work for several weeks this summer. At first, our favorite saying was, "We aren't in Kansas anymore." Everywhere we turned we saw something we've never seen in our small town in East Texas.
Today as we walked from the subway to the theater, I saw a sign in the middle of the sidewalk reading:
I looked up—nothing. Well, something could fall on my head but I'd be oblivious just like the millions of other NYC pedestrians milling around.
I started smiling as I walked and thought What if we put this sign up?
Everyone keeps asking how I'm doing this—living and working in the city, riding subways, losing my son in the crowds, finding an apartment to rent.
I saw something the first time we stepped into Times Square. You won't find it in the guide books—I tried to find it and it wasn't there.
It's a statue—a large one—right in the middle of the lights that never go dim or the plaza that never empties. It's a cross on a war memorial.
At first I thought, how odd! Now I see it and just remember that in the city that never sleeps there is a God who never slumbers as well.
Indeed, he who watches over Israel
never slumbers or sleeps.
No worries, God is on His throne and I don't need to worry.