You know the feeling when you can't decide if your really, really nervous or just ate too much sugar the night before, so your stomach is all in knots? That's how I feel now. I leave for the airport in an hour. My plane leaves in three. I'm starting to freak out a little.
I've never actually flown anywhere by myself. I've flown quite a few times, once across the Atlantic ocean. But I was never alone.
Obviously, I'm never alone. I know this. My Heavenly Father is always with me. But He's never walked me through airport security before.
Last night as Ashlee and I were trying to put ourselves into a sugar coma, we talked about my desire to travel. I want to see the world, go lots of places, and I made the comment that at this point in my life, it's easier to do it alone. I'm starting to wonder why I feel this way. Who wants to go see the world on their own. Most of the fun is sharing the experience with someone else.
Luckily, once I get to Waco, there will be plenty of other people there to share the experiences with. It's just getting there that has me freaking out a little bit. No worries, I'll get there in one piece, ready to share my stories with everyone soon enough. Prayers would be greatly appreciated.
Until next time, give someone a hug, dance in the rain.
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