We drive to the historic Broadmoor hotel and wile a Sunday away. The view speaks good things and the grounds burst with bloomy showy flowers. I love walking around the place and soaking in all her summertime glory. The five-star hotel itself is really out of our league; we are more Holiday Inn kind of peeps. I wonder if this is obvious to those we pass by. Can people tell we are just visiting locals rather than fancy guests?
We take a short cut through the hotel to get back to the lobby, and we inadvertently enter through the five-star hotel’s five-star restaurant. I want to duck my head, stare at the floor, and quickly find my way to the door. But I realize that’s silly. So I square my shoulders, put my head up and stroll through the restaurant so confidently, I imagine I give Heidi Klum on the catwalk a run for her money.
Once outside, I turn around to peek inside the restaurant’s window. I think about the phrase “on the outside looking in” and realize that’s exactly what my insecure feelings try to sell me. I’m missing out on something I’m not good enough for or special enough to receive. But that’s a lie. When I’m doing my level best to follow God’s plan for me, the truth is I’m always on the inside looking out.
Lord, help me remember to always appreciate the view.