I find something really beautiful about airports. Maybe I’m
crazy. They stress my mother out.
Normally, I’m so easily overstimulated in situations like
this. Heck, I got overstimulated on my way-too-warm plane just before I landed
here in Charlotte.
But inside this airport? It’s almost like each airport is
its own little world. The hustle and bustle of everyone running around to catch
a flight or find something semi-interesting to do before their flights arrive
is just so intriguing. Sometimes, I
just like to sit back and people watch, maybe imagine the stories of the people
around me and how they ended up also flying from Charlotte to Richmond.
Maybe the guy and girl in their mid-twenties sitting across
from me sharing a sandwich are on a layover on the way home from a honeymoon.
Maybe the two women sitting across the way are two teachers who are headed back
home before the school year starts. The two friends sitting next to me? I like
to think they’re two college girls headed back to school for the fall who found
out they were on the same flight and are reconnecting after a summer apart.
My flight here wasn’t all that great. Okay, it was fine. But
it was also the first time in my life I’ve been motion sick (it was just a
small yikes). Then, just to add some adventure, after waiting on the plane for
fifteen minutes before we could taxi to the gate, the engine had to be turned
off, and the plane had to be towed to the gate – with all of us still on board.
But I’m at my next gate, and there’s only one flight that
stands between me and orientation now. One short, hour long (maybe) flight.
Once I land in Richmond, I’ll meet my Hands On missions partner and one of the
IMB staff members who has been communicating with us the last few months and
helping us work out all the crazy details of these next four months.
I really can’t think of a ton else to fill you in on right
now. The Lord is giving sweet grace in calming my flight anxieties and allowing
me to simply relax while in the air. Pray those continue when I fly again next
weekend to Peru. Pray for my Hands On partner and myself as we meet and begin
this journey together, that God would grant us a sweet friendship and
fellowship as we serve Him these next four months.
Also, my last flight was weirdly warm, and the cankles are
real. Not that you needed to know that, but now you do. Here’s hoping my three
other flights are much cooler (because I dressed for cold planes, not hot ones
haha).
