I signed up for this trip from the wait list and learned I had a space to travel in late April. For this reason, I flew to Glasgow
(pronounced Glaz-go, by Londoners at least) on a later flight than the others.
That meant I had a longer layover in London.
To think this multi-faith prayer space was directly on my route in the giant Heathrow airport while I waited. People like me feel lonely here every day; they get lost…and found.
I took off my shoes and joined the pray-ers, welcoming their quiet company.