I had some free time...

     I love airports. I love flying and traveling from place to place in such a short span of time. I am fascinated by the concept that you can physically be in multiple states, even countries, within the same 24 hour period. Seriously, I have a child-like awe about this. It’s quite silly really, as I am sure most people are not fazed at the idea that they can be with their family in their hometown, then have a long overdue layover lunch with an Uncle, get back on the plane and land in another country. Really, how is this not absolutely fascinating to anyone else
     I also love the fact that when I am a plane I cannot be disturbed by the ins and outs of my day to day life. No one can reach me via email, phone or any social media source. It’s just me, my thoughts, some good tunes, perhaps a good read and my pen and paper. I generally use this time to reflect on my life and all my to-do’s I need to start to-doing once I land. I become mysteriously inspired and the creativity starts flowing. I wouldn’t be surprised if one day I were to pen the novel that gives Moby Dick a run for its money while soaring through the clouds in this magical atmosphere.
     For a few hours I get to sit in the air and just reflect and take it all in. It is quite possibly one of my top five happy places; behind Gas Works Park in Seattle, and in front of any good Nashville coffee shop with free Wi-Fi. It’s bliss, pure, uninterrupted bliss. Right now I’m actually closing my eyes and pretending I’m sitting in my beloved aisle seat passing through the clouds over Colorado.
     I do have one confession though; I always enjoy the flight to a bit more than the return. The flight to said destination is always brimming with anticipation, excitement and possibility. I anxiously look forward to the adventures that await me once I land. I plan out all that I want to do and see and experience and I prepare myself for the great things that are in store. And almost as soon as I land I begin to hope that the return flight will stay far away and allow me as much time as possible to experience all the great things my destination city has to offer.
     It never fails that on the night before I am supposed to return home, I am dreading the next day. The following morning the dread is gone, and I am filled with a mixture of sadness for having to end my journey, and excitement to go home and revive some little piece or two of my adventure in my day to day routine. I am again filled with the anticipation and the possibilities of what will happen when I get back home. I imagine how my life will look different, and what great things I will do. I look forward to seeing how my new perspective will change the way that I experience my ordinary day to day tasks. I have grand aspirations to return and be this new person with a fresh take on life.
     Today is my return day. In a few short hours I will board a plane and put pen to paper, thought to possibility, bud to ear. I will reflect on what has happened in my five days here in Nashville and how it will change the path that I am on. I will spend time with my Savior and seek His continued guidance for my next move. In an odd way, I have been looking forward to this part of the trip all along. The time that I would get to really process everything I learned, all that I saw, and all of the relationships that began here in Music City.
     This will be a chance to contemplate my next step. I am sad that my little journey is coming to an end, but I am absolutely THRILLED by what lies ahead. I am going to trust that God will lead me down the right path. I am confident He will guide me and open doors where they need opening and close em’ where I need not enter. Regardless of the outcome I am overwhelmed by the Lord’s blessings while I’ve been here. I am so grateful for this opportunity and cannot wait to see what is in store.
     The week leading up to this holiday and the entire time I have been here I have been challenged to really evaluate my faith. My eyes have been opened to the limits that I allow myself to put on God’s capabilities. I am painfully aware of how I restrict possibilities based on my own narrow and limited scope. I have been reminded that we serve an amazing, powerful, sovereign, awe-inspiring God. He can move mountains with a mustard seed of faith. He brings the dead back to life. He cares for us more than the birds of the sky and the flowers of the earth. His love and grace is beyond anything my mind can comprehend. He loves, He protects, He sustains, He blesses. He has started a good work in me and He will be faithful to complete it.