CLT
JFK
DCA
I
watched the sun rise on a plane today, and I've watched the sun set
too.
Every day feels like a dress rehearsal, like a lesson in living
(but the years keep passing!). I've
really been (intentionally) practicing faith lately. Today at 6am (I was
running late), circling the economy (code for way far) long term
parking, trying not to lose my joy. I released control, and a spot
finally revealed itself.
As I boarded the first plane, there were no valet tags to hang on my bag. The lady said there were some "below".
Come
to find out, that's code for if you walk away from it to have it
valet-checked, you'll have to exit the airport and pick it up at baggage
claim. And go through security again. To make the next flight.
I
did, and learned a lesson. I went into a bathroom stall, had a cry,
turned it over to God, and kept going. An employee on the phone shooed
me away when I was trying to find the baggage claim desk (your
tsa-possible bomb bag doesn't just go onto a rounder, y'all). I finally
found the office, waited, and it showed up. She just handed it to me.
No ID, no ticket stub, nothing. ? Guess bombs don't come in purple
suitcases.
Then
at the next exchange, I only had 42 minutes to make it to the next
flight. Guess who made my plane ten minutes early? And the next plane
only 6 gates away?
Prayer works, friends. I've only got a tiny mustard seed, but I'm flexing it. Trying, and somehow making it smoothly.
Even spilled the coffee I had time for (from a Starbucks right next to my final gate!), and had time to wash my hands. Again.
I'm
now circling Reagan (DCA) in a holding pattern. Pilot doesn't know
why, weather is good. But I know. God has a little something He's
working on, so we need to hold on.
I
changed both kids sites last night before I left town, and filled an
extra reservoir in case one of them runs out of insulin before Saturday.
I'm trusting my parents, my kids, and my very big God to watch over them all.
Thankful
and blessed even in the midst of stress, 3.5 hours of sleep preparing
for this exciting little getaway with my honey, tears, the purple bag I
can see and not touch outside a window, a micro-layover, my
little girl's friend problems, a dying phone and missing my littles
already. If this is the dress rehearsal, I'm excited and nervous for
the real thing!
God, please let me be a blessing! ❤️
1 comment:
Go Holly! Go!! ❤️❤️❤️
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